Dear Jayme. 10th Letter.

Matt 25 March 2007

At last year’s today, 25 March 2006, I called you and you finally picked you. Jayme, you came home. Emily and Richard were incessantly calling you up and you have yet to pick up their calls. They even went all the way down to visit you but you kept your door locked and shutters closed. What is wrong with you, bro?

You explained how sorry you were and how desperately you wanted to get your act right. I listened and I believed you. I believed you, so why did you break it all over again. I know I sound like some homo or lovey dovey girl but Jayme, why did you go back to that life again?

You disappeared today, with a note saying how sorry you were. After a year, you still took drugs. What happened to ’ I’ll stop next week. ’ or ‘This is the last time, I promise.’ I found little sachets lying around with a tell tale white residue. Jay, I pretended for your parent’s sake. I pretended like everything was okay when it wasn’t.

Vivian and I have been trying so freaking hard, you know that? There were times where your former friends would come knocking and before you could even lumber downstairs, I would have chased them away and Vivian would stall you. It was all for your good but now our efforts seem to have went down the drain.

Is getting high and living day by day on rubbish a happy lifestyle for you? Is having so many girlfriends and drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol a very pleasant time? Think, Jayme, what happens after that. Hangovers, a wasted life, no discernment of right and wrong. Jayme, I don’t want to say this but seeing you not keeping your second promise to me, how are you going to keep the first?