dear ivo,
i have wondered for a while now why they don't just let me go home? they are treating me like a normal person now but i still can't go home to my wonderfully soft bed. i miss my bed. the ones here are all hard and have lumps everywhere. last night i tried to make it better with a pillow under me. it did nothing but make me itchy.
all i do now is sit on my hospital bed, watching old musicals with ty. i've gotten some tummy now. i hate it. i feel gross with this hospital gown on all the time. it's stupid that they're keeping me here in custody.
mum still can't get me out. i want to sue bell, he's the one keeping me here and not allowing me to leave. it's been weeks since i've seen the boy in black. why can't he see that i'm okay?
"oh, but teddy," he said when i told him that, "that's just what happened with the old man that got pumped up with the sting. it was the calm before the storm. we let him out because he was doing good for about a month or two, and boom! he kills his wife and kids. i'm not leting you hurt people so you're going to stay here whether you like it or not."
and ivo, he was right. it was just the calm before the storm.
truly,
teddy