Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2024.
Dear Phillipeño,
There are a lot of things I'd love to say to you.
1. That I still don't understand what happened that night. It was just too sudden. At one point, I thought I wouldn't be able to go on without you, because I was attached to you...but, that was the grief talking--
I must have forgotten that I'm the one who said, 'anything can happen to anyone and they won't necessarily know when, why or how,' or, it was something like that. Still, I went ahead and got attached. Maybe I felt unstoppable for a while?
I almost didn't go back to the institution, because it felt surreal knowing you won't be there.
Anyway, (2) you were right about the whole special thing with Petro. It's too late to say that now, but he tried to keep me there knowing that I wanted to go to a real school after graduation. Heh, I stood my ground and, now, I'm attending a rich-kid private school. However, I still work for him on weeknights and Saturdays. Sometimes a few emergency day jobs here and there, eh... He might think I don't notice, but the special thing has gotten worse. He's now treating me like his daughter and when I question him about it, he gives me lame ass excuses.
And, enough about Petro now. (3) I'm not really bounded to him anymore. I have a house, a car, my own bank account and I have money. I'll be getting a motorcycle and a pet soon, preferably a dog, then my goals will be complete and I'll have to make new ones. I'll be happy. At least, at home, 'cause school isn't as fascinating as I thought it would be. The kids at school don't act like kids at all. They're more like annoying flies, buzzing in my ears continuously. Or, the mosquitos that you fan so hard to get rid of, but they're just...still there.
4. There are two main flies. Amanda and Vincent... Yes, Vincent. The cat-eyed freak that was so agog when he visited the institution with his father. He's an arrogant jerk and I just want to imprint his face into a metal tray and put it on a my bookshelf at home, right next to Amanda's--
I... I'm sorry... I was angry. "Woah! Angry?!" Ugh, I'm frustrated and I miss you and she just felt like being a bitch at the wrong moment. She fucking tripped me, but—bla bla bla—you won't believe who I met...
5. Katya! I met Katya! Fucking almost killed her...you know, assassin shit? We had our faces hidden and—yeah, whatever—yay. I recognized her first and she almost went nutz until I told her it was me...
...I did change a bit of my features so that's understandable.
Anyway, I brought her home with me. She stayed for two nights before she had to go. I missed her and I got her back...
...how many misses will it take to get you back, Phillip?
Yours Truly,
Lexy.