Letter to my Miss

Dear Miss,

Heey honey, it's me. I don't know whether I still qualify to call you such sweet words after what happened. I write to you as I sit on my bed surrounded by three walls and a thick grill for a door. I thought I would have handled it for a few years, but it's months and I can feel as if my life is crumbling on me. Life in prison has got to be the hardest ever. Right now I wish I remained poor than trying to get rich illegally. I wish I still remained in my small business. It still fed me even if it provided less. I'm making regrets & noting them down on the wall beside my bed.

First of all I have a confession to make. I'm sorry for not telling you what I was up to. Maybe all this could have been avoided from the beginning. Maybe I couldn't be writing this letter from where I am. Maybe I would be writing a different letter than what I'm writing. I was never like this from the beginning. I had viewed my life with you from a different perspective. If only I wasn't greedy. You can never find happiness with money, and now I'm a living proof of that statement. I wanted it all from the beginning. Enough cash was what I had in mind. I thought I would have it all and I would be living the life. Before I met you, I was a dude living a low life selling clothes at the market. Patience was never a virtue in my principles.

I remember when you first came to my place of work as a customer. You checked some of my clothes and I remember you buying the red dress. You said it looked small and I told you to go try it out and if it doesn't fit bring it back. The folling day you came back and to your luck, I got another for you. I remember asking for your number. At first you hesitated but after a few visit to my work place you gave in. Then I knew I got your heart trapped in my palace. I remeber you calling me one day and asking whether we could meet for lunch and I lied I was busy. Truth is, I never had enough money to take you for lunch. And where I ate mine was way low for your class and I couldn't tell you so. Even after you offered to pay for the bill I couldn't just give in. I only agreed to it because you insisted on it. This is where my troubles began. I remember in the middle of our lunch, one of your male friends came over and said hae to us. You seemed excited to see him. His dress code said it all. If this was the kind of friends you have, what about your besties. I promised myself things have to change.

One day on my shop, one of my customers left her purse on my counter and I took off some of her cash. Next was over pricing my sales. Soon I was to harrasing some of my new customers and extorting them of their cash. But still that was not enough. I had to do more to please you cash wise. I had some of my few friends come over and soon a heist was planned. It took alot of convincing considering we were all amateurs in it. But after it succeded, we were already calling ourselves pros at the game. My hunt for money was not only to please you but also I needed more cash to fund my business too. I neede to get rich faster than a child could sneeze. After a few escapades, we were already building castles in the air for the use of our money. But I guess few is never enough.

Saturday, 6:00am on 19th January, was a day that had been planned for weeks. It was supposed to be my last job and the cash I get out of it was to be more than I had before. We had everything ready, our route, way in and way out was all planned. We had counter checked the plan that morning. When we got to the bank, gun shots were fired to scare off the people. the bank had a few customers. Little did we know how loud the shots were the police station nearby was on alert. There was exchange of fire. After I saw my best friend get shot straight to the chest, thats when all hell broke loose. The fall he made from his stand to the ground took hours. I watched his eyes roll staring at me as blood flowed out off him as he took his last breathe. That gave me a freight and I chose to give in the police demands. A few years in prison was much better than going to the next stage of life. In a gang of five only two people survived that morning.

Last evening, I received a letter from him and he has cancer. The doctor says he has less than three months left. I write to you this letter not knowing whether I'll make it all through. I have thirteen more years to go. I love you still, and I regret leaving you all alone. This is where I leave you, I just had to let that out of my chest. Forgive me for trying to compete with your friends. Remember that hotel you told me about from the beginning, you should check it out, the last Saturday of next month. Not before or after that. Ask for room number 14B. Hope you enjoy what you get inside the bag. I dont expect a reply from you, I'm not worthy of it. But if you do, I'll understand. If you don't I know I won't expect you at the gate of this prison that day that I get out. By the way, I saw your pregnancy test, take care of our child for me. You choose to tell him who his/her father is.

P;S I wish I stole your heart and left at that.

Yours loving,

The guy from prison.

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