Dear Whoever Finds These,
My mom worries frequently about me. She should be more worried about herself, after all, she is getting more sick and it's not stopping. My dad has been wasting more of our money on drug use. The other day I found where he hides all of his alcohol and joints. I don't know where he hides the other drugs but I might've borrowed some of what I found. He wouldn't notice and if he did, he would just think he used it himself. I stole a small bottle of some brown liquid and used half of it. It burnt my throat but it made me feel better in a way. No, it didn't make me happier but I felt slightly numb.
My dad came home on Saturday after being away for about a week. He was drunk and smelled like a dead animal. I had gotten in his way like I usually do and ended up with a few bruises. They were sadly more visible to the eye and would be impossible to hide at school. My right eye was swollen and a dark purple which matched my left cheek. My mom wanted me to visit but I couldn't let her see me like this so we just talked on the phone.
Today is Monday but I decoded to skip school and just walk around town.
Sincerely,
P. Stump
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Dear Stranger (Peterick)
FanfictionPatrick is another freshman that deals with Pete Wentz and his friends. During his time in 9th grade, Patrick writes a series of letters.
