Patient

3

Kellan

Dear Cam,

As time passes, as another week passes, I wonder if you miss me, if you even remember the way I look. I haven't seen you in too long. Everyday I wonder if they are treating you right, if Mac and Cheese is still your favorite food, probably not. If you still only each lucky charm's marshmallows with milk for breakfast.

Nothing great has happened to me this week. My car broke, again, on my way to work. The damn think is days away from giving it's last purr. If I was late again I might really get fired after all, they are doing me a favor by have me work there, so if I don't meet their standards like the prior years, I might get a serious lashing ending it in the sea of unemployment.

I have a new neighbor also. She was my saving grace, more like my car's saving grace today. She's pretty hot, I might get crude again. She's a mechanic or something like that. Just think about Megan Fox in Transformers and that's my neighbor only changing her hair to a reddish-brownish color. She's witty and playful like me, I think we might be great friends in the near future.

I got a new patient today also. It was this girl who went through a miscarriage of an unplanned baby. She feels guilty, as if the miscarriage was a punishment from God for having sex before marriage. Okay, maybe I'm getting too crude now, but well, that's my life and I like sharing it with you even if it's through this media

Soon you will be turning eighteen and I hope you can finally come out and see me. Since I can't reach out to you. Even though I've pled with your father for years, he just won't budge. I hope you don't think I don't love you or feel as if I've abandoned you, cause I haven't I think of you constantly and you own a big part of my life. Forever will.

I hope you can finally respond to this letter and not have it forwarded back to me. I have every single one but every time I send a new one, hope sparks inside me, and I pray you get to read it and I finally get a response from you. I think, in my sub-conscience I just write this letters to make myself feel better, to get rid of some of the guilt but as long as I live, the burden will forever live with me.

Take care of yourself. Do hugs not drugs, study hard and even though I don't deserve asking you this, make me proud.

Love,

Kel.

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This chapter was inspired by Staind's It's been a while and by my dear Friend Silvanamaria98. Author of my favorite Soccer Imagines. Hun you're awesome.

Love to read comments and recommendations.

With Love,

-T.A.