I’m mad at you, so you don’t even get any nicknames right now.
Firstly, what the fuck? I’ve sent you four letters now and you haven’t responded to a single one of them. No, “Hi Mickey, I missed you so much. Can’t talk right now!” or “My darling Mickey, oh dear! Are you okay?” from you? Literally nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
Come to think of it, there’s no ‘secondly’. You haven’t answered my calls or visited me. Even this fucker named Damien came to visit me. I almost turned down his visit in case you showed up, but guess what? You didn’t.
WHY.
WON’T.
YOU.
ANSWER.
ME?
Someone tried to stab me today, and they came real fucking close to killing me because I could barely move my arms. Do you even care?
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I’m healing great after my wound got infected. Thanks for asking. Really appreciate that, Isabella.
I’ll probably forget about how mad I am at you if you respond. But you better have a really damn good reason for the radio silence.
The only time I get to talk to you is in my dreams, and that’s not good enough for me anymore. I want the real thing. I want the real you.
I fucking miss you, Bella.
Respond to me. Please.
Yours,
Mickey.
P.S I’m still serious about the conjugal visits. Say the word and I’ll get it arrangedASAP.
There’s no stopping the tears streaming down my face.
We both suffered. I haven’t stopped for one second to think what it was like forhimfor the past three years. I’m not the only one who felt like life was ripped away from me, and I’m so unbelievably selfish for being so goddamn self-absorbed.
The next letter I pick up is dated earlier this year.
Are you okay? Thunderstorm was really bad, and I know how scared you get.
Please reply so I know that you’re alright.
He never forgot about me. He didn’t even try to move on, and here I was, spending the past three years trying to forget about him.
There’s no order to the letters, because the next one I open is two years old.
Someone thought it was a good idea to play Disney on TV in a room full of thugs. We watched Mickey Mouse. It made me think of you.
Everything makes me think of you.
Why didn’t Mickey give me these sooner? Why didn’t he remind me about them?
I just won two and a half grand in a bet. Where do you want to go? I’ll take you anywhere as soon as I’m out of here.
