After my latest suicide attempt, due to my despondent persona and insane crippling thoughts, I was forced to comply with behavioral mental recommendations from my "Therapist". To you this may seem trivial or even bonkers. To me this blows.
Being found in the bathtub that night, blood meshing perfectly in with the warm rushing water, might just be the only reason why I'm forced to do this.
After being held captive at the BMH Center, where they probed my intellectual and emotional appeals, my condition of release depends on these letters.
My truth on why I tried.... But doesn't mean you'll change once I tell you how I feel.
Legally, I have no obligation to release my letters, but my life's hell.
I could easily just give them to Mr. Titan, but that would be way too easy.
Let's see what happens when the full truth comes out. Maybe these letters will make some learn to feel shame. Or remorse.. Maybe.
There is only but one question I have for you. What are you going to do once the whole world knows the truth? Not just you whose reading this, but all to come who played a part in my sin.
Let's start shall we? "I'm Mary, and this is my letter to the hell of you..."
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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