Post by Macy Deltine on Feb 23, 2008 19:59:54 GMT
((Seen through Steve's eyes, again, and the letter actually came before his birthday, I just couldn't be bothered to finish writing it by then...))
Steve sat down at his desk by the window, holding an envelope that has come that morning. By the scribbly font on the address, he knew immediately who it was from. He didn't want to open it, though. He did want to read it, but not to have to open it to read it. He liked having the moderately heavy envelope waiting for him, for his eyes only to read it. He looked around the dorm, at the silent, messiness of it, and sighed. He hated things being out of order, it almost drove him crazy. If he just kept his eyes on his own things, he would be okay, he thought.
He looked down at the waiting letter, and too a deep breath, carefully ripping open the back of it. He slid out the piece of paper and began to read.
Dear Steve-
His eyes still on the first line of it, he stood up and went over to his bed, collapsing on it. When he felt comfortable, he looked at the letter, beginning to read it again.
Dear Steve-
How are you? Hopefully this will come before your birthday, and if not, Happy Birthday for whenever, how many days it was ago! 16! Wow! It still feels like you should be 14, and I should be 16, and we should be detained in that awful place.
Well, what's happening with me? My mom has got a job at some place in Jersey where she is working for some hotshot lawyer. It isn't the best job for her, but still, it's something. Dad sent me some package last week from Mexico, and him and Cindy are apparently great.
How's that school you're going to? Are you exploding people, again? No, I think that you should be doing great there, you sound really happy.
I was at the hospital again a few weeks ago, and I've put on 2 pounds! I'm so glad! They said that I looked healthier, but I don't know, I look just the same, I guess.
It's been lonely without you, Stevie, I go to the Park still, but it's weird without you. I still sit on the rock beside John Lennon Memorial, but it isn't as fun, but whatever.
Oh, and what you were saying about those other girls, they're totally crushing on you! But, I think that you should just listen to Weezer, and think things through, if that's at all possible for you. Just, don't freak out about it all, or you might end back in the hospital. Chill, it's your birthday!
You have to come back here and visit me, I would come to you, but I've got no money. But at least write back, and send me some pictures!
Keep rocking,
Delilah!
Happy Birthday!
Steve read, and re-read the letter, and finally folded it up. He thought back to his best-friend in New York, Delilah. They met in the hospital when he had over-dosed, and she was in for anorexia. From then on, they would go to Central Park every weekend, trying to escape from their families. It was his only chance to act normal, but she was always in and out of the hospital, and soon enough, he was brought over to Orchid Hill. She was the only person, outside his family circle that knew about his powers, and she thought they were great.
"You have so many ways to express yourself, I'm so jealous!" She would always tell him.
He felt happy, knowing that at least one person missed him.
He jumped down from his bed and went over to his bookshelf, and took out one CD and set it in the player. He flicked to the last track, Only in Dreams. He closed his eyes, listening to the words, his mind swimming with memories, music and Macy.
Steve sat down at his desk by the window, holding an envelope that has come that morning. By the scribbly font on the address, he knew immediately who it was from. He didn't want to open it, though. He did want to read it, but not to have to open it to read it. He liked having the moderately heavy envelope waiting for him, for his eyes only to read it. He looked around the dorm, at the silent, messiness of it, and sighed. He hated things being out of order, it almost drove him crazy. If he just kept his eyes on his own things, he would be okay, he thought.
He looked down at the waiting letter, and too a deep breath, carefully ripping open the back of it. He slid out the piece of paper and began to read.
Dear Steve-
His eyes still on the first line of it, he stood up and went over to his bed, collapsing on it. When he felt comfortable, he looked at the letter, beginning to read it again.
Dear Steve-
How are you? Hopefully this will come before your birthday, and if not, Happy Birthday for whenever, how many days it was ago! 16! Wow! It still feels like you should be 14, and I should be 16, and we should be detained in that awful place.
Well, what's happening with me? My mom has got a job at some place in Jersey where she is working for some hotshot lawyer. It isn't the best job for her, but still, it's something. Dad sent me some package last week from Mexico, and him and Cindy are apparently great.
How's that school you're going to? Are you exploding people, again? No, I think that you should be doing great there, you sound really happy.
I was at the hospital again a few weeks ago, and I've put on 2 pounds! I'm so glad! They said that I looked healthier, but I don't know, I look just the same, I guess.
It's been lonely without you, Stevie, I go to the Park still, but it's weird without you. I still sit on the rock beside John Lennon Memorial, but it isn't as fun, but whatever.
Oh, and what you were saying about those other girls, they're totally crushing on you! But, I think that you should just listen to Weezer, and think things through, if that's at all possible for you. Just, don't freak out about it all, or you might end back in the hospital. Chill, it's your birthday!
You have to come back here and visit me, I would come to you, but I've got no money. But at least write back, and send me some pictures!
Keep rocking,
Delilah!
Happy Birthday!
Steve read, and re-read the letter, and finally folded it up. He thought back to his best-friend in New York, Delilah. They met in the hospital when he had over-dosed, and she was in for anorexia. From then on, they would go to Central Park every weekend, trying to escape from their families. It was his only chance to act normal, but she was always in and out of the hospital, and soon enough, he was brought over to Orchid Hill. She was the only person, outside his family circle that knew about his powers, and she thought they were great.
"You have so many ways to express yourself, I'm so jealous!" She would always tell him.
He felt happy, knowing that at least one person missed him.
He jumped down from his bed and went over to his bookshelf, and took out one CD and set it in the player. He flicked to the last track, Only in Dreams. He closed his eyes, listening to the words, his mind swimming with memories, music and Macy.
