Signed, Depression

Dear Death
I'm writing this to you from my bedroom in Ever After. I don't know why I'm writing this to you, as you will never read this because I plan on destroying this when I'm done, but oh well.

Actually, I take that back, I do know why I'm writing this, but I don't know why I'm doing it to ''you. ''It was something my counselor told me to do. She said it would help me feel better if I write to the people I want to talk to. Well congratulations Death, you are one of the people I want to talk to. Apparently.

I don't know if I'm doing this right, but no one will read this so...what the hex? Why not?

I suppose I should write what I wish I had the courage to say to you. One, I wish you could be more like a father! I know, I know, you aren't my father, and you are death so...But let me clarify. I wish you would stop acting like my boss. I've heard the lectures and know what to do. I have nightmares about you lecturing me for crying out loud! Could you maybe be a little less extreme with me?

Another thing. Why'd you chose me? I know you needed a successor and the fact that a baby died was probably too good of an opportunity to miss, but surely I wasn't the first baby to die? Why did you pick me? Sometimes i think it would have been kinder if you let me die with my parents.

Signed,

Depression

Dear Mother
I am writing this to

this is not easy for me

I miss

Dear Villager
I'm sorry I have to call you that, but Death never told me your name. I'm going to try to be as polite as I can, though in reality I want to scream at you.

I'm going to just simply ask why you did it instead? You didn't know my parents, why'd you come to the party they threw after I was born? And why, oh why did you bring the pipe?

Of all the places to set it down, why upstairs? Where no one else was, so they couldn't remind you to pick it up?

I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt and say you really forgot it, that you meant no harm upon my family. But I can't be sure. I know my parents had no enemies, something Death tells me all the time, but...

I have one final question for you, villager. Do you regret it? I guess in asking you that I'm assuming you actually know what happened, but I guess I can't be sure you actually ever heard. But if you have, I'm sure you regret it.

I'm assuming you have a good heart and if so, you must feel terrible about something that happened fifteen years ago. Or maybe you just don't think it matters that much any more. I don't know anything about you excluding what you did.

I am still mad at you, though not as mad as I was before I started to write this letter. I believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt and if I ever meant you, I'm sure we might be friends after a while. A long while.

Signed,

Depression