Stalkuh-xoxo

Mom, I am well aware we haven't been keeping in touch, I wrote this letter to you, not as a sign of wanting to stay in touch, but rather the opposite. It's a story I needed to tell you. Don't take it as a sign of forgiveness, quite the opposite. It is simply a informer to as where Devon and I have went over the years as a result of your " awesome" "parenting". He's alive That's all that ever mattered to me. It's all that ever will matter to me. I did whatever it took to keep him alive. No matter the circumstances. Those days that task wasn't so easy. He was only 22 but His brown hair turned grey His skin went white His crooked teeth ro

“ Lucy, “ was the whisper that hardly came out of his mouth, quiet, hushed, panicked. “ Please come out.” He knocked once, softly with hesitance. “ Loo-Loo,” he persisted. Silence was the only response. “ Come on, Loo. Please? “ He was desprate for some sort of acknowledgement of his presence, of his plea. Silence and a closed door was all he got. Rejection and solitude. “ Things will never be the same,” he began to cry. Devon Bliss was a bitter man. Sores and scabs decorated his filthy, unwashed, unsightly skin. Braces held his rotted teeth in place, leaving him self concious to the po