2391 Did you happen to look in the box under my bed Eagle? Did you? This is all I have Eagle, Char don nay kept me locked in a cell for a year, most things that I had that were really important to me, She wouldn't let me have. I'm not allowed to visit my brothers, your friend finds a way to avoid me at every turn. I don't have anything special aside from those photos, that box and well, I guess I don't have you either. So forgive me if I've been a little hesitant about sharing what's important to me, I have hardly even been at home since you were here last, because every single time that I am, I pull out that box...and think about all the stupid shit I've done to screw things up. I'm not going to apologize for that box. I'm not going to apologise for not expecting you to show up, next time I'll leave everything out on the damn coffee table and you can snoop through it for yourself. Hell, you should talk. At least I can look at you and tell you how I feel, you can't even do that. You want to know me Eagle? I'M THE WHORE Eagle, I'm the girl that everybody wants to screw--and nobody wants to listen to. NOT EVEN YOU! Isn't that right Eagle. Well fuck that, I've never been a whore. I'm just a woman, I've been walked on, beaten up, spit on...Hell I've even been robbed since I moved in to this hole. But ok, let me just dump my most valuable possessions on the table to be stolen. Everybody fucks up Eagle...even you. Everybody has thier week of avoiding things, of not taking care of themselves. I have never and will never buy flowers for myself. I will never put a table cloth on my antique table, and fuck you for not telling me I was wrong when you thought it.

Having gotten what I planned on being the last word, I went back to my apartment, leaving the door open. I pulled that box out, and carefully put it's contents on the table. Grandma's pearl necklace, she gave it to me when I was 10, the year before she died.