the boy who cried wolf

letter no. thirteen

May 27, 1930 

Dear honey,

You can't read this because you are dead, but before anyone sees this I am dead.

I love you so much and miss you.

I have emitted myself into the Barclay asylum, ignoring the screams and yells from my parents. The shoe thrown to my head by my mother and the dirt kicked at me by my little brother. I am in the same room you are, I requested it. I have a needle that contains a incurable disease, I stole it from a doctor. Apparently, I will die in twenty four hours. Then I can be in heaven with you.

Dr. Stump said that I was worse than you. Then when our session was over, I heard him talking to a nurse and said "They were really meant to be. They both are crazy, just simple and plain, flat out crazy." I yelled at him for calling you crazy. I was then put to sleep with sleeping pills.

Love, Luke

p.s. Goodbye and I will always love you.