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Who: Luka Slovak
When: Thursday evening
Where: BCA 206
What: Luka writes a letter
Bingo!: Unsent Letter
The pen was shaking in her hand but she didn't put it down until her letter was complete.
Written in Russian
Mama. I'm sorry I haven't been in contact with you in the past year. I had to get out of there. I couldn't stay any longer. My life was out of control and I needed to leave without anyone knowing where I was. I couldn't have him find me. Also mama, I think I know why we left Russia and I know why you don't want to talk about it. I have dreams about it and it kills my heart mama. I'm sorry, but I probably won't ever write again, I probably won't even send this letter. –Luka
She sat at her desk, hands shaking, sick feeling in her stomach. She was almost certain that her mother killed her father when she was a child. Dreams from her past haunted her nights, it had started when she volunteered in a project at her old university, she thought by moving she was not only escaping Kyle, but she would escape the dreams, the nightmares. She was only so lucky as to avoid Kyle chasing her down, but the dreams… they were almost worse.
A bloody knife in her mother's hand. Her father dead on the floor. She was smiling.
Of course there were things that Luka would never understand and there were things that she didn't want to. She grabbed angrily at the letter and crumpled it up. She threw it into the trash bin at the side of her desk and left her room. She swung into the living room. "Nora, I need a drink," she said to her room mate.
containedchaos)Who: Luka Slovak
When: Thursday evening
Where: BCA 206
What: Luka writes a letter
Bingo!: Unsent Letter
The pen was shaking in her hand but she didn't put it down until her letter was complete.
Written in Russian
Mama. I'm sorry I haven't been in contact with you in the past year. I had to get out of there. I couldn't stay any longer. My life was out of control and I needed to leave without anyone knowing where I was. I couldn't have him find me. Also mama, I think I know why we left Russia and I know why you don't want to talk about it. I have dreams about it and it kills my heart mama. I'm sorry, but I probably won't ever write again, I probably won't even send this letter. –Luka
She sat at her desk, hands shaking, sick feeling in her stomach. She was almost certain that her mother killed her father when she was a child. Dreams from her past haunted her nights, it had started when she volunteered in a project at her old university, she thought by moving she was not only escaping Kyle, but she would escape the dreams, the nightmares. She was only so lucky as to avoid Kyle chasing her down, but the dreams… they were almost worse.
A bloody knife in her mother's hand. Her father dead on the floor. She was smiling.
Of course there were things that Luka would never understand and there were things that she didn't want to. She grabbed angrily at the letter and crumpled it up. She threw it into the trash bin at the side of her desk and left her room. She swung into the living room. "Nora, I need a drink," she said to her room mate.
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