Letter to Mittens
Mittens,
Where are you ? I should be used by now into walking in an empty room. But I'm not. It breaks my heart every time. We went to New Orleans last week. It was fun. I'm scared Mittens. I'm really scared. I'm scared of being left alone. Sure. I have Tink, Steele and Barrel. But. You're my sister. And I need you more than ever. I miss you. I'm really scared that you're going to leave me forever. I'm scared to even watch the news I don't want to hear about a dead girl found in an alley and then they show your picture on the screen. I don't want to live always this frightened. Please come home. Please. I love you. I'm scared to love now. I am. Because everyone that I seem to love leaves me. I just want you back Mittens. Please. When I wake up in the middle of the night screaming I want you to be there for me and tell me everything's fine. But when I do. I get even more scared. Because I'm alone. I just want to be hold. I just want you. Nothing else. I feel really alone in this crowd. I pretend I'm alright. I'm not. I'm never going to be alright. I just... I just want to be happy again. And most of all I don't want to be scared. I don't want to sound selfish but... I need you. I need you. I need you. You're my sister ! I need you. And I miss you. Your voice, your smile and your eyes seem to haunt my dreams. I want a good night sleep again. I don't want to wake up alone in the darkness anymore.
I'm sorry.
I really need you.
Melody













