Fictional Prison letter #1
Dear Angela,
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to talk to you, and the kids through the phone. It’s you who gives me strength to continue my life her in these walls. It makes me feel so good, to know that you still love me, even after all I have done to you.
Sometimes I feel like I want to go to sleep forever, and never wake up, and I feel like this because the “caseworker” told me that he was going to give me more time in here. He also told me that he refuses to give me house arrest. Not even one migration paper, was mailed to the house. I feel like things are starting to become increasingly more difficult for me. Like I have fallen into a dark, deep hole of despair, and as more time passes darkness grows darker, and impossible to get out of.
I probably shouldn’t tell you these things, I don’t want to worry you, at all. But this is how I feel. And now that yesterday, I have finally spoken to you, and our kids. I now have more strength to continue on with my life in these walls.
I think that by December, they are thinking about taking me to Las Vegas. I feel like I will stay their for about three months. Then, they’ll take me somewhere closer, where you and the kids can come and visit me, and they will allow me to get visitation.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to talk to you, and the kids through the phone. It’s you who gives me strength to continue my life her in these walls. It makes me feel so good, to know that you still love me, even after all I have done to you.
Sometimes I feel like I want to go to sleep forever, and never wake up, and I feel like this because the “caseworker” told me that he was going to give me more time in here. He also told me that he refuses to give me house arrest. Not even one migration paper, was mailed to the house. I feel like things are starting to become increasingly more difficult for me. Like I have fallen into a dark, deep hole of despair, and as more time passes darkness grows darker, and impossible to get out of.
I probably shouldn’t tell you these things, I don’t want to worry you, at all. But this is how I feel. And now that yesterday, I have finally spoken to you, and our kids. I now have more strength to continue on with my life in these walls.
I think that by December, they are thinking about taking me to Las Vegas. I feel like I will stay their for about three months. Then, they’ll take me somewhere closer, where you and the kids can come and visit me, and they will allow me to get visitation.
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