Letters to Angels

[Isis Louhi (DELETED 8004)]

March 24th, 2016

Dear mama,
I finally arrived in the city. If you'd call it that. It seems more like a mistake in the frozen north, surrounded by nothing. But I am here nonetheless. It's awfully quiet here though, even as it warms up. Wonder why everyone looks so down...

Isis stopped writing her letter to push her hair back behind her ear. It didn't last long; the winds blowing it haphazardly across her face. She pushed the strands back again with an annoyed look crossing her features, before taking a sip of her now lukewarm coffee.

The city was mostly quiet this time of day, she'd found out. Most people didn't venture out before sunrise, and those that did really didn't pay her any mind. Instead their eyes were frantic, almost fanatical. The few that seemed normal made her sigh in longing. They were sadly quite infrequent , but elegant and graceful, and often left her with a deep longing in her chest, and a tremor down her spine. It should be illegal to be so beautiful.

Isis shook her head at her musings, then finished her letter for the day.

Mama, I hope you can read this where you are. When I get more on my feet, I'll figure out where I'm going, maybe head back to school. Just know that I'm doing fine, and despite it all, I'm glad I moved up here.
Love always,
Isis

Signing her name, she looked up at the cafe lights illuminating her words, then took another sip of her coffee. Turning her head, she looked towards the sky. Judging by the rosy tone brushed across it, she assumed it was fifteen minutes to sunrise. She tapped her foot against the leg of the chair and wondered if she had enough cash to buy a beignet.

[Isis Louhi (DELETED 8004)]

April 15th

Isis sat down at her usual table. The morning was still and quiet, just as she preferred. Sipping a hot coffee laced with the whiskey she'd nicked from the shelf at the convenience store, and drowning in sugar, she opened the notebook, she was using as a diary, and pulled out a stub of a pencil. Several pages were ripped from the book, as if she couldn't bear to keep the secrets the pages once held.

Dear Mama,
I hope you're not mad at me up in that Heaven you always used to talk about to me. I know I've been a bad girl, but I promise I'm trying to do better. I haven't shot a cop in nearly a month now. Haven't killed one either. I've been a very good girl, which honestly, sucks.

The teen nibbled on her pencil end, then sighed, scribbling once more.

Can't say I am going back to school any time soon, but at least I have a job now. And a few older friends. Now, I can't say I'll stay out of trouble, but the old man that I'm acquainted with... well, he tries his best to keep me in line. And I guess it works. Sometimes.
There is more going on in this city than I ever told you. There are these weird things, like zombies or something in the area blocked off with the government signs all around it. Of course, being me, I scaled the walls and jumped it.
That wasn't a good idea.
They tried to bite me, and I shot them in the head. But they're already dead and rotting, so it doesn't count.
But I'm getting stronger, and I'm getting better. I'll have myself together in no time.
Mama, I really hope you're looking down and you're proud of me. I love you, and I miss you, always.
Love always,
Isis

[Isis Louhi (DELETED 8004)]

Dear Mama,
I tried my best to be good, but I messed up again. Hate to see their faces when they find out.

She pulled her jacket around her closer, and shook her head, before writing again, trying not to scream out in pain. Old man Joe had done her a favor and patched the best he could, but resources were limited for the homeless in this town. It was something miraculous that Old Joe had made it through the winter here at all.

I know you'd be disappointed with me, but not nearly as much as I am with myself. I got caught, and I took out another one. They're not the best people, but they're supposed to be the good guys.

What am I gonna do now?

[Isis Louhi (DELETED 8004)]

I can't remember what day it is. I just know that they were right. The monsters are real.

The police let me have this pen and my notebook, but they (and the shrink they had me talk to) think I'm insane. So they're deporting me and sending me back to Colorado, where I'll be spending the rest of my life on meds, high as a kite with half my brain gone, in a room with padded walls.

Pretty fitting, right? Guess dear old dad was right after all. Ended up as nothing.

Hopefully they'll let me send out this book. I plead no contest to the murders of two of their finest (ha! They're in league with -them-, so they're not human either. Traitors.) At least then Sawyer and Ephraim will know I made it out of here alive... so many don't.

I hope whoever reads this gets the hell out of dodge (sorry, old movie quotes), and doesn't look back. Be careful, and god bless you, because he sure as hell never did me.

-Isis