Topic 32: Write a letter
Dear Dad,
I have no idea if this will make it to you because the message in a bottle thing is good in songs and books, but not really reliable when stuck on an island and hoping for a rescue. So, we were on that yacht that disappeared. Really wishing I called to tell you we were going to attend that shin dig because I know if you knew you would be on your way here to rescue our sorry asses. Fuck Dad, this place is crazy, ok. There are scientists running around doing experiments on some of the survivors.
I've been trying to keep an eye out for Sammy, but I'll be straight with you and admit I'm scared. He's not handling the stress of being shipwrecked well and something is fucking with him and those visions. I hate those fucking visions, you know. He doesn't need to see the bad shit coming when we're already neck deep in it most of the time. Anyway he's in a lot of pain and I'm feeling pretty fucking helpless right now. You know that doesn't sit any better with me than it would sit with you. I need you Dad. We need you. You've got to figure out where we are and come and get us because I'm not sure if we can make it back on our own. I'm not sure how long Sam will be able to last here.
I'm wondering if the scientists are responsible for his visions going wacky. I'm pretty convinced they had a hand in what happened to us to get us here and maybe they were responsible for the plane that went down and crashed here a few months back. It's just crazy and I feel like there is a clock ticking away on us. I'm scared, Dad, and you know I don't scared often. Please, figure this out and get to us. You can kick our asses when you find us for worrying you because I know you have to be ready to spit nails. I'm sorry we scared you and that I fucked up and didn't check in, but I swear I didn't think the yacht would sink.
Find us, please. I know if anyone can it will be you. Hurry.
Love,
Dean
I have no idea if this will make it to you because the message in a bottle thing is good in songs and books, but not really reliable when stuck on an island and hoping for a rescue. So, we were on that yacht that disappeared. Really wishing I called to tell you we were going to attend that shin dig because I know if you knew you would be on your way here to rescue our sorry asses. Fuck Dad, this place is crazy, ok. There are scientists running around doing experiments on some of the survivors.
I've been trying to keep an eye out for Sammy, but I'll be straight with you and admit I'm scared. He's not handling the stress of being shipwrecked well and something is fucking with him and those visions. I hate those fucking visions, you know. He doesn't need to see the bad shit coming when we're already neck deep in it most of the time. Anyway he's in a lot of pain and I'm feeling pretty fucking helpless right now. You know that doesn't sit any better with me than it would sit with you. I need you Dad. We need you. You've got to figure out where we are and come and get us because I'm not sure if we can make it back on our own. I'm not sure how long Sam will be able to last here.
I'm wondering if the scientists are responsible for his visions going wacky. I'm pretty convinced they had a hand in what happened to us to get us here and maybe they were responsible for the plane that went down and crashed here a few months back. It's just crazy and I feel like there is a clock ticking away on us. I'm scared, Dad, and you know I don't scared often. Please, figure this out and get to us. You can kick our asses when you find us for worrying you because I know you have to be ready to spit nails. I'm sorry we scared you and that I fucked up and didn't check in, but I swear I didn't think the yacht would sink.
Find us, please. I know if anyone can it will be you. Hurry.
Love,
Dean