Mary-go-round (Chapter eight and last one)

Mary-go-round

By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi

(If you missed some of the other chapters of this story, like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, or 7 just scroll down and you will find them, yes as simple as that) 


Chapter eight: The white halo. 

If you have this constant itch with your life, like something is wrong, as if you are supposed to be doing something better and you feel that you don't belong were you are, would you do something to change it?

Of course I was nervous, no matter what Peter said, I didn't like this idea, at all.
He said that you can die in a dream, and all of this was supposed to be a dream, even so, it was just irrational and stupid to think that I could jump off a building and not die. But I had to do it, I at least had to try, if all that Peter had said was true, then I had to do something.

We walked into town, hiding with caution, as Peter could not be seen, yet. When we finally arrived at the back alley of the elders building we realized we had no idea on how to get to the roof. Peter was pacing round and round making me dizzy.
"There has to be a way" he said determined to see his plan trough.
"There must be some external stairs to the roof don't you think?" I said
"Yes, maybe" Peter said excited "Wait here".

While he was gone I tried to concentrate, I had to believe all of this was real, that what I was about to do was worth so something. My mind kept going back to old Tom´s book and all that he had wrote. I thought about all my life, those moments I thought they were real, but they were not. Did the people in this town real deserved the truth? Would they want it? Could they take it?

10 minutes later Peter was back. "Come" he took my hand and I followed him to the front of the building.
"Peter, what are you doing?, they are going to see us"
"Shh" Peter said "Just act normal"
"Normal?" and with that said Peter walked trough the main doors, I followed him closely trying to act as normal as I could. We were not the only ones entering the main building. There was a cop behind the front desk reading the paper. I watched as the employees passed and ID in a little machine that made a peep sound. We didn't have one of those and I almost started to panic, but then Peter took something out from his pocket, he pressed his body into mine so we were considered as one person, he then passed what it seemed to be an ID trough the peeping machine and two small metal doors let us trough. Nobody noticed anything, the cop didn't even lift his eyes from the paper. I guess people of this town are expected to do the right thing, and bad things like two intruders trying to wake everyone up from and endless sleep are not expected, not even at the elders building. Maybe.

"Where did you get that?" I said to Peter smiling.
"In Happy Bagels"  Peter answered with confidence. "I was lucky Mr. Zuckenbergig had a craving for and onion and cream cheese snack".
"So you just took it from him?" I asked.
Peter ignored my question "Come we don't have much time until he notices his ID is missing, we should take the stairs"

We climbed the stairs as quickly as we could holding hands. We arrived on the top floor and there it was: the door to the roof. I was nervous, but inexplicably excited. Peter turned and smiled at me, he then opened the door.
The light blinded me at first, we stepped trough the metal door. Thats when I noticed that we were not alone. A group of old eight men in black suits were standing in a semi circle in front of us. Although I had never seen them, I didn't have to ask, I knew they were the elders.

"We were expecting you" said the oldest man in the group, his face was full of wrinkles (too much if you ask me) and his white hair was perfectly trimmed and polished, he had blue and white vacant eyes, he didn't look like a nice grandpa you can sit on the porch with to drink iced tea. He was scary.

"Oh the rebel kids, Marie and Peter, it was a nice try, but we cant let you do it" said another elder man, he barley moved his thin white lips, but he voice resonated trough the roof into my ears giving me the chills.
"We are not kids" Peter said, still holding my hand, which was sweaty and slippery. "How can you this to people? We deserve the truth, we deserve to wake up, to see the real world, to live real lives".

"Thats what you think young boy, but the order of things can not be changed, it will only bring chaos and destruction" the oldest man spoke again.

A thought to just make a run for it and jump of the building crossed my mind, surely someone must see me, and then that someone would be free, as would I. But I was completely paralyzed, I didn't know if the elders were doing something to my body so that I couldn't move, or if my body simply wasn't responding. It made sense that these old men that controlled all of us were standing here in-front of me, of course they could not let something like this happen. The whole "creeping into the building like spies" had felt to easy, they knew everything, they knew we were coming all along.

"It is over" one of the elders said.
There was something familiar about him, and then it hit me.
"Tom" I screeched.
"Tom?" Peter whispered.

There he was, old Tom, the one that had involved me into this whole thing, the one who had told Peter everything, and now he was one of them.
"What are you doing?" I asked. Old Tom didn't speak, he just stared at me, I noticed that his eyes were different, they had this white halo around the iris that they didn't have before. All of the elders had it.

"Tom decided to join us, he is good to us, he has a great mind, powerful, he is of great use" the oldest elder said.
"What have you done to him?" I screamed, I wanted to punch him, I wanted to knock all of them out with full force. They had brainwashed, or something, the man that wanted more than anyone to be free. He was a slave. All he wanted was gone, and now he was everything he hated.

"Don't be upset Marie, you will be free, and you too Peter. We can forgive your useless attempt to sabotage us, you will be set free, but let me warn you." Old Tom said "Don't think or try to come back here, if you do, we will kill you and your whole family and loved ones, you will be dead forever, and believe us when we tell you, we will know if you try to come back. We know everything."
This man that I had known all my life was now a elder-controlled-zombie threatening to kill us.
Peter turned and looked at me one last time, that look told me everything, we had lost, this was it.
And then I was gone, everything went black. I was conscious and I was lost. The dark was my companion, I could remember what had happened and then I couldnt. I didn't know what had happened to me.

Darkness. Cold. Darkness. Cold. Darkness. Cold. Desperation. Insanity.

Suddenly there was light, I could hear my own breathing gasping for air, my eyelids felt heavy, I opened them slowly and the intense light made me close them again. I tried several times until I could open them completely. I studied my surroundings. I was in a white room. I had tubes connected to my body. I gathered energy and managed to sit upright, I started disconnecting the tubes with my shaky hands. With every second that passed I felt stronger.

I placed my bare feet on the ground, I was surprised to be able to stand up. I walked towards what seemed to be a door in the room, I placed my hand in the doorknob and opened it.

Fresh air, real fresh air hit me in the face.
All I could see was beauty. I felt more alive than ever. Stronger. Healthier. Powerful. I felt happy, completely, utterly and undeniably happy. I smiled. And that was the beginning.

THE END.

Mary-go-round (Chapter seven)

Mary-go-round

by: Carla L. Sierra Arzuffi

Chapter seven: The ferris wheel

I remember when I was younger that I used to think that maybe I was different because I was meant for something great, something more; but of course it never crossed my mind that I was supposed to save my whole town from an endless sleep, from being controlled by the elders. What if they didn't want to be saved? What if they didn't want to wake up? Maybe they where happy in their fake happiness, maybe they where better off, not knowing the truth, never waking up. Getting old on a bed while dreaming their life's, away from real danger, turning into dust, never really moving. Was that life? Was that better?

As I was lost in thought Peter took my hand,
"Mary, are you okay?" 
"I dont know" I couldn't sit any longer, so I got up and started pacing in circles round the cliff.
"This is all very confusing Peter, I have million of questions"
"I know you do" Peter said pushing himself off the ground. "I did too, but its difficult to explain it all. You have to do it, and when you wake up, I don't know how, but everything will make sense. The world is waiting Marie, life is waiting" 
Peter walked towards me, he took my hands into his. "Listen, I know you must think you are going crazy, and you have too much in your plate right know, that this is too much, but just as you were meant to this, I was meant to help you, we are bound together" 
I looked right into Peter eyes, he was so sure of everything, he was Peter, and even though everything felt crazy and confusing I knew I could trust him.
"Mary" Peter whispered "I love you, I have always loved you, I don't know why I didn't say it before, before all of this, but I don't want it to be too late".
 I didn't expected it but Peter kissed me, he softly put his lips into mine and we kissed. I felt light. I felt the world. I felt alive. And I knew what I must do.
This is not life, sleeping is no life. Everyone deserved the truth, they deserved to wake up. They deserved living.

After we kissed we just stood there quietly for a few moments.
"What must I do?" I said now determined to put a stop to the elders control over all of us. Peter smiled.
"Dont you remember, in the book, "The fair of the deceased", what happened before everyone realized that is was all an illusion and they could all leave?"
"Tommy fell of the ferris wheel" I said remembering what Old Tom had wrote.
"Exactly, he didn't die, so that was a big shock and they all knew something was wrong"
"But we don't have a ferris wheel here"
"No we don't" Peter said "but we have the main building, the elders building, in town"
"The tallest building. Wait, you expect me to jump from it?"
"Yes, but you must first make a scene, so everyone sees you"
"Are you crazy?, I cant just jump of a building, Im gonna die" 
"No you wont" Peter said "Thats the thing, you wont die. You cant die in a dream" 

To be continued.... 

We are getting closer and closer to the end, can you feel it?

byebyebyebye

C.LS.A

Mary-go-round (Chapter five)

Mary-go-round

By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi

Chapter five: "Riddles" 

When my mom woke me up in the morning I had trouble opening my eyes, my whole body felt heavy.

"Good morning sweetheart, how are you feeling?" my mom said as she opened the curtains.

I moaned pulling the covers over my head.

Everything about last night came back to me in a flash. Peter. Peter was here. The book. Old Tom. I had to meet Peter at the cliff.

I quickly pushed myself out of bed as my mom continued to make a survey of my room, picking clothes form the floor and rearranging things. I felt dizzy from the sudden sprout and I had to sit to recover myself. I saw the book was in the floor so I quickly picked it up and I placed it bellow my pillow. 

"What time is it?" I asked my mom placing my hands in my head. 

"9:00 am" she answered "I hope you are feeling better, Im gonna make you homemade pancakes with homemade syrup". She encouraged me to get up and directed me into the bathroom to take a shower.

I let the water run cold, I needed to be completely awake and aware of everything if I was going to be able to continue in this insanity of a plot that was developing around my life.

Breakfast went as usual, every now and then I would catch my dad looking at me in a weird way , maybe he knew something. Ok that was crazy, he didn't know anything, but maybe he sensed something had changed within me, I could sense it too, but I could not see it, maybe he could. Although my dad was a regular poster dad, he went to work all week, he played golf on the weekends, he was a master with the barbecue in get togethers and he treated my mother kindly and with respect, sometimes he would say something that would completely throw me off, just a quick comment that made me think he wasn't completely taken and settled with the perfectness of things and life. Or maybe I just wanted to believe that. At this point, everything was a riddle inside my brain. 

The hours passed slowly, but finally at 11:15 I took the book, said my goodbyes to my family and told them I was going into town to buy socks, which I really needed, that wasn't a lie, entirely.  

My cliff was at the outskirts of town, people never went there, they didn't need to, they had everything they needed inside our perfect little town. From this magical place I could see the mountains stretching endlessly into the sky, it always made me feel better to sit at the edge and just stare at the wholeness of the world I so desperately wanted to figure out. 

The walk to the cliff usually took me half and hour, but today I was walking slower than usual, so exactly at 11:55 I was climbing the road to my magical place. From the distance I saw him. So it hadn't been a dream, it was real. Peter was back in town. 

He was staring into the mountains so he didn't see me coming, but Im sure he could hear me. 

"Hey" I said softy. 

Peter turned and I could finally see his face clearly. He was still beautiful.

"Hey" he said back with a smile. "Im glad you came" 

Of course I would come, I thought to myself. How could I not. 

He motioned me to sit as he did the same. Our legs hanged from the cliff as the warm air crashed softly into our faces and hair. 

"I need you to tell me everything" I said staring right into his eyes. For a moment it was like he had never left, like we were still 17, young and happy. 

"Yes" Peter said, he took a deep breath. 

We were silent for a few seconds, and then he started his story. 

"We had no waring, it all happened so quickly, that night, the night of prom, I arrived home with my spirits high, since it had been a wonderful night" 

I smiled remembering it all. 

"I was surprised to see the lights on, since I thought my parents would be in bed, but they were not. As I entered the house I saw my mom sitting on the couch with her hands on her face, I could hear my dad at his study, moving stuff, cursing. I approached my mom and asked if everything was alright, she looked and me, and with that simple look I knew something was wrong. I walked inside my dads study and I saw him going through piles and piles of paper, he stopped for a second and all he said was "I´m sorry", I didn't know what he was asking forgiveness for, but a few seconds later there was a big crash on the door, I heard my mother scream. I saw five men, dresses all in black come inside, my adrenaline was running high, I tried to protect my father, but it was a stupid attempt, one of the men in black approached me and touched me with something, I don't remember or know what it was, but I was immediately out, darkness took me, and I feel asleep, or something like that. I was aware, conscious in a way, but nothing around me in this darkness made sense". 

I didn't know what was Peter talking about, I could see he didn't truly understand it himself, he was still confused, I moved my hand and placed it into his. This seemed to gave him strength to continue his story. 

"I dont know how long I was out, it could have been minutes, hours, days or months, but then light started to creep slowly into my dreams, and I woke up. I was in my bed, in my room. I remember being so confused, and everything was a blur, I heard my mothers voice downstairs, even though I was dizzy I managed to get out of bed and walk down the stairs following the familiar voice of the woman I used to know as my mother, and there she was, in the kitchen, making breakfast. My dad came in, he smiles at me and said "Good morning champ" my mother turned and started at me "Hey Peter, did you sleep well?" she said. I was confused, to say the least. But then I wasn't, in just a second. It was like everything was okay again, like everything had just been a bad dream. Life went on as usual, or at least I thought it did. Everything felt normal, we all looked normal, except we weren't." 

I risked interrupting him "Peter" I said "I don't really understand what you are saying". 

"I know" he answered "I didn't at first, Im telling you what I remember, how I remember it, how I felt". 

He shifted his body so he was now staring directly at me. 

"The thing was, nothing was normal, I didn't notice, we didn't noticed, but we never left the house, I don't know how we could not see that, it was so obvious, but we didn't, it all was like a dream, like a movie that kept playing over and over again. We were trapped, inside the house, inside the same routine, every single day. Again, I don't know how long we were like this, I was blinded, doped, lost. But one day, I woke up, and I could remember, I could remember you. You had been lost inside my head for so long. I didn't remember you existed, but suddenly I did. Mary, you. And then I could remember almost everything, my past, my life, and I knew something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong"

TO BE CONTINUED.....

I´m alive, I think. All my loving.

C.LS.A

Mary-go-round (Chapter three)

"Mary-go-round"

By Carla Sierra Arzuffi

Chapter three: "Sweaty baby pig"

Tom had written the book, old Tom, my old Tom, how could I have not noticed this earlier?
It was just there, so obvious to notice. My mind was racing a thousand miles per second trying to recover every bit of information I could remember about this book. I could remember the story almost perfectly, but I wanted to remember what old Tom had said to me about this book. I couldn't remember.

I felt blocked, the silence of house, as dawn was creeping into the windows made me shiver, I didn't feel safe here. I took the book and managed to hide it inside my clothes, placing it close to my stomach. I didn't want anyone to see me getting out of old Tom´s house, so I again used the back door.

I started my way home, hiding in the bushes, if anyone saw me, they would think I was crazy, I looked suspicious, so when I was finally near my block I walked right into the street and tried to look normal (happy).
When I finally stood in front of my house I felt relived, but just a few seconds, because the moment I crossed the front door I started to panic that my family would notice something was "off" with me. And yes, something was definitely off with me.

I tried to creep silently into my room but before I could climb the stairs my mom spoke.
"Mary, is that you?"
Her head popped into the living room, she was wearing her usual "#1 mom and wife" apron, which only meant she was cooking dinner.
"Oh, it is you" she said with a smile "I was beginning to get worried that you wouldn't come for dinner" all I could do was make my biggest effort to force a crooked and false smile.
"Of course not mom" I answered.

"Good, I want you to help me with dinner, Im almost done, Im making homemade vegetables pie, it is going to be delicious. Come come" she said as she disappeared into the living room.

I quickly took out the book from my now-sweaty-from-panic clothes and I stuffed it below the nearest couch.

I helped my mom with dinner, then I had to sit trough the whole event while my dad, mom and sister chitchatted about their day. They where eating slowly, every chew seemed like a thousand years to me. I was lost in thought when my dad spoke to me.

"Honey are you okay?" he asked.
I shifted in my seat, "Yeah dad, sure, why?"
"Well, I was talking to you, did you hear me at all?"
Of course I had not heard him.
"What is wrong with you?" my sister asked "You are sweating like a baby pig"
The words baby pig made me chuckle a little, it was all just so fake and irrational, why couldn't she say: Like a pig. She had to turn everything into a cutsie performance.
They where all staring at me.

"Im sorry" I managed to say "I guess Im not feeling that well, maybe I have the flu or something"
This seem to settle them.
"Oh the flu, my poor baby" my mom said "Im going to make you my homemade flu syrup, and by tomorrow morning you will feel better", everything  my mom did was homemade.

After dinner my mom pampered me, made me take a bath (I guess I really needed one, I was soaked in sweat), she made me drink her magical syrup and I was sent to bed early.

I just sat there, in my room, waiting for everyone to go to bed so I could recover the book. Finally at around 11:00 pm I heard my dad turn off the lights in the hallway.
I waited another twenty minutes or so and then I carefully went downstairs. I was relived to find the book was where I had left it.
I tipped toed back again into my room.
I sat in bed and opened the book.
If I was going to find the answers to this awful, confusing mess I knew I had to read the book all over again.
I made myself comfortable and started reading:

They were all lost souls, they all knew each other, they where all trapped. The fair was always as it was. The games, lights, food and characters where always the same. Although they were all tired and restless they did the same thing, over and over again. Jaime was in charge of the mechanics, Kate was in charge of the food, Nestor was in charge of the tickets, and so on and so on. They couldn't change their routine, because if they did, terrible terrible things could happen.

As I was finishing the first paragraph and recalling the first time I had read it there was a loud "crack" at my window. I jumped. The book fell into the floor.
A few seconds passed as my breathing got higher and higher, and then there was another loud "crack".
I could feel my heart in my ears, methodically racing, boom-boom-boom-boom.
I slowly got out of bed and approached my window,
There, standing in my lawn, was him.
Him.
"Peter" I breathed out.

To be continued. 

If you want should  read the other chapter just scroll down, as easy as that. Badaboom.

C.LS.A

Mary-go-round (Chapter Two)

Mary-go-round

By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi

Chapter two: Our little secret

I dont know how long I stood there, completely frozen, I was in shock, but must of all I was trying to figure our what old Tom was talking about. In a weird way, the letter made sense to me, I was destined to know more, that something, but I wasn't sure what that was. I knew there was something hidden in the letter, something that only I could understand, my mind was racing trying to swallow all the information. But most of all I was scared. I was scared for me: old Tom said that "they" were going to find me. I was scared of knowing the truth: because once you know something there is no turning back. And last but not least I was scared for my dear old friend: Where did he go? Why? Had something bad happened to him? Was I ever going to see him again?

I kept reading the same line over and over again "The answers can be find in the most obvious of places", and then it suddenly hit me, of course, his books. The first thing I did was I took the box of matches that was placed at his mantelpiece and I burned the letter. His words were quickly consumed by the orange and yellow fire. When I was done destroying the evidence I approached his bookshelf, I don't know how, but I knew the answers he was talking about were to be found in the books that he loved so much, that I loved so much.

My eyes scanned the hundreds of books, a title popped out, "The fair of the deceased" again I don't know how, but I knew that was the book.

When I was 15 old Tom had let me borrow this book, he told me it was one of his favorites, and it quickly became one of mine. What was so amazing about this book was not only the fantasy and unexplainable things that happened in the story, but the characters, so unusual, so unhappy, and to me: so real.
We didn't discussed this particular book, like we used to do with the other books he had lend me, but I remember his face when I returned it to him 3 days later after I had borrowed it, I placed it into his hands and said "I loved it, so much, too much", he smirked at me, and winked. And that was that, we never talked about it, even though I always wanted, and it was like it was our little secret, this book of unhappy deceased people unable to run away from a fair, where they where trapped, forever.

I took the book from the shelf and I carefully opened it. The book was the same, and at the same time, it wasn't. Something was different, at first I could not tell what  it was, but then I noticed. It was not the book that had changed, but me, I could now notice the most obvious and special thing in the book.
The author.
"The fair of the deceased" by Thomas Cavagthar.  
The book was written by my friend, old Tom.

To be continued.....

Im talking advantage of the very appreciated free days that Im having from work to return to my writing habits, hope you like it,
Lovelovelovelovelovelove....

C.LS.A

Mary-go-round (Chapter one)

Mary-go-round. 

By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi

Chapter one: Tea and letters. 

I am at my favorite cliff, I love the breeze at this time of the day. When everything is calm, and I feel like its just me in this world. I take a deep breath. I know I have to go back soon, they will be expecting me, I cant hide, even though I have tried, I am bound to this place.
Many times I wished that I could run away, disappear into the mountains and never look back, I would if I could, but I know I cant, its not that simple. Nothing in life is that simple. No one here can disappear that easily, actually, no one can disappear, at all.

We all know each other, its a small town. The "perfect, clean, mowed, everything-in-its-place, joyful, lovely town". Everyone smiles and says pleasantries to one-another . We all have tasks to do inside the community, a special role to perform, and you are expected to do it with a smile in your face and a cheerful attitude. I often think and wonder if Im the only one that wants more, that this constant routine of creepy continuity of cheerful men and woman is all there is.

When I was in junior high I had to do an assignment for my "Politics 002" class. I compared our town with the smurf village. Like the smurfs we were also always joyful (actually I think we are on the edge of starting to sing while we work, that la-la-laralala song) we all have a role, and we have the elders, like the smurfs have Papa smurf, to really on, on "difficult" times. There were so many other details, I thought that my assignment was well researched, interesting and kind of funny. The school board didn't like it, at all. They didn't think it was funny to compare ourselves with mythical cartoons, blue creatures, and I quote them "Thats disgusting", oh but they said that with a smile.  Always with a smile.

I was scolded by them, my parents, and my sister was very unhappy ( in a weird have- to- keep- the smile) with me, "You are running my status" she said. My sister is perfect at being perfect. Everyone likes her, everyone wants to be her friend. It is very annoying, but in the end, she is my sister, and I love her despite our huge (very evident) differences.

The problem with happy people is that I don't trust them, and that´s a problem because I am surrounded by them. Something in my gut is telling me "run Mary, run, get away".
There is only one person in town that I truly, honestly 100% like. And that is old Tom. He is considered weird, that is probably why I like him this much, and why he likes me, because I am also considered weird. Whenever I can, I visit old Tom, he doesn't come out that much. His house is perfect, as it should (MUST) be on the outside, but on the inside it is kind-off messy, it makes me feel strangely comfortable. When I visit him we sit in his dusty sofa and drink black tea. We talk about  almost everything, except, oddly enough, we don't talk that much about our town and the people in it.

Old Tom has never been married, he works at the library, he loves music, books and tea. He told me once that he felt genuinely happy and relaxed reading a book while he listens to music and drinks tea. He is so, not complicated, in a good way, thats why I really enjoy spending time with him.

As I head back home I think of the things I have to for the day, which are trivial things, I am no longer in school, and I wont be starting my job until the end of August, having almost nothing to do freaks me out. I like to keep busy, thats why I keep making this "To-do lists" in my head.
Its probable thats this is because reality is not good enough for me, so I have to continue doing things to distract myself of my distaste for my life. Since I have been thinking of old Tom I decide to go buy a couple of bagels at the "Happy bagel palace" (Im not kidding, this is the name of the store) so we can eat them while we drink tea.

Half and hour later I am standing in front of old Tom´s house with a bag of onion bageles with cream cheese. I ring the bell. Nothing happens,. No one answers. I ring the bell again, and after a couple of minutes waiting I start to get worried. Old Tom is almost always at his house, specially at this time of the day. I try ringing a third time. Again, silence. I walk around the house and to my surpirse the back door has no lock, so I let myself in.
"Tom, are you here?" 
The silence chills my bones.
"Tom, its Mary. I have bagels" 
The only sound I can hear is the one my boots make on the carpet.
 Everything looks messy and dusty, as always.
I climb the stairs and look inside old Tom´s room. He is not there.
I go downstairs again and enter the living room where we have our usual soirees.
Its empty. My breathing is loud in my ears, I cant explain why, but I know something is wrong, it just does not feel right. As I approach the coach where old Tom sits I notice there is a sheet of paper on it. And it has my name. I pick it up.

My dearest Mary: 
I know you are the first one thats going to notice that I am gone. I expect you to find this. First I have to apologize because I haven't always been honest with you, there are some heavy secrets I have been keeping, I couldn't tell you before because I was afraid of getting you involved. I cant write everything here because its dangerous, and as soon as they find out you know something they will come find you. I know you must be confused, but the answers can be find in the most obvious of places. I wish I didn't have to put this on your shoulders, but there is no one else I can trust, you are smart and different, and I know you are meant to know this. Maybe you will be able to do something, because I couldn't, I failed. I expect you to find the answers,
 Im sorry, 
Be smart, be safe. 
Your friend, 
Tom. 
p.s.: Destroy this letter. 

To be continued.....

C.LS.A
Im happy to be writing again, I have been so busy, I hope I can write as often as I used to.