the boy who cried wolf

letter no. six

April 27, 1930

Dear Luke,

Why am I still alive? My heart is still beating like a hammer and my pulse is at the pace of a train. I like it here but they are going to eat me alive. I don't fit in here, how am I suppose to fit in normal society? Why did Dolores save me? Why weren't you there when I was broken. You fucking lied to me again, Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke. I hate you. But I love you. Dr. Stump is telling me write letters to you, he says it will help. But I think it won't work at all. Nothing will save me, nothing can. So, why are people even trying? Why, Luke?

My room is dingy and small, but I get my own room. They said you paid them so I can get 'special treatment'. You think this is going to fucking work, well it is not. Luke. You just want me to come home early, then you have someone to torment them, aye? I know you Luke. We known each other our whole life's. I came back to you every time and most likely I will still comeback to you no matter what. I don't know why? I don't like it, Luke. Help me. You said you are here for me. But where the fuck are you Luke? Where were you Luke?

Bye, Luke.

I hate you,

Love Elliane.