Dear Elizabeth

Later THat day

Dear Princess,

I found this pen and paper in this small room. You see hr locked me in his cabin. My cheek still hurts from him slapping me. He does know I can report him to the police right?

well, I Found the newspaper in here too. More buildings have been set on fire.. indulged by flames... And, Clay was in one. It twas our apartment, It says "Young man, went out looking for his roommate, who has been missing for about 10 hours, and came back with all his hope lost when he notices his apartment is burning! Rushing in assuming His companion was in there, his foot got caught on a fallen piece of wood. Unfortunately he did not make it out." Sorry about the wet tear drop stains on the paper.

I am currently fighting back tears, searching for a way out. I must be strong. So what the love of my life died, so what I am back to living on the streets, and no one to go back to.I can not hold them back anymore. MY PET MOUSE! Maybe he is still alive!

I scurry through this tiny log cabing and find a small window. I peer out realizing the house is surrounded by the woods. How in the world am I supposed to get back to the street! Now' thinking about it, a nice home does not  sound so bad. I could stay here. Sure the man would abbuse me, but I would be safe, right? safe. Clay told me once, when he was convincing me to move in with him, I would always be safe with him. That first day I walked in He threw me down on the bed and just jumped right next yo me. He told me about every poster he had on the ceiling. He played with my hair gently... OKAY NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!

Since, I have no where to go, my mouse is probably dead, I wil just stay here. And how you ask will I send these letters? I threw them outthe window where the mail carrier sees them and picks it up! Oh no, he is here must go.

Fairlamb