English Paper

Paper I did for my english class, we had to create a named and unnamed drama/readers, I got an A and thought it was a pretty good paper. This is a letter between Steve Black, and Steve White (too lazy to edit out the mistakes).

Welcome To Life

Dear Steven,

First of all, I’d like to thank you for this opportunity. I was afraid I would be unable to get this message to you. I’ve noticed some changes in you lately, and I am beginning to worry about you. My biggest concern at the moment is that you’ve neglected to take the medication Doc prescribed. I’m wondering if you understand what that little pill does for you, how it affects our relationship, or how it affects everything that makes you human. So, in a way I am thankful for your ignorance, because from what I hear things have gotten pretty bad.

Remember how we met? That day two years ago, to be cliché I guess you could say it feels as if it were yesterday. You’ve changed so much since that day, and for the most part it has been a pretty good transition. I thought that I had been an improvement to your life, that you needed me. But now I can see that I’ve come to be your biggest fear. Fear, the very emotion that had helped bring me to life… It was raining that day. And as tradition on rainy days you had some buddies over to play video games all day, and as usual you didn’t have enough food in the house. So you collected some cash, got in the car, and proceeded to the local pizza parlor, leaving your “friends” at your house.

“So tell me Steven, what happened?” That’s what they all said, the psychologists, the specialists, your family, and even the church staff. And each time you died a little inside, while I on the other hand was flourishing. One question I always wanted to ask (but was unable to because- well you know) was; did you enjoy it? I mean sure there was a lot of fear, hate and anger, but there must have been some joy in it.

Anger, the second ingredient that fuels me and keeps me going each day, an emotion that had been felt quite a bit that day as it was. It all started when Trevor was picking on Amy, making lewd suggestions when she was out of the room, always trying to rub up against her when she was in the room. It drove you crazy, I mean who wouldn’t be angry? She is your baby sister. But because you were weak you just let it go. Unfortunately that was not your biggest mistake, unlike other big mistakes you have made lately. Like when you punched Ryan, the one person who stuck by you through all the hell you’ve been through these past two years. I remember the look on his face, a mixture of shock, fear, anger, and sorrow. Your best friend Steven! He was all you had!

So you made way towards the pizza place, trying to put Trevor’s actions in the past. But you couldn’t, the anger just built up in you like a tumor, it was uncertain what would happen next. As you approached the house you noticed some of the guys walking out, all except Trevor and his guest Eric. Filled with fear, you took off into the house, anger welling up to a dangerous level, your eyes burning, and your heart racing… I am not sure what a real birth is like, but compared to mine I would say it was far from miraculous. Conceived through a mixture of hate, anger, love, fear, anxiety, and passion- I had arrived. And as you raced up the stairs towards the game room you heard muffled screams, your heart dropped, your blood pressure rose, and something snapped. Almost as if you knew what was happening before you’d seen it you ran in and yanked Eric up throwing him against the glass bookshelf in one beautiful motion. It was as if you were watching it happen from outside of your conscious mind, you could see it happening as if it were someone else controlling you. And until a month later you didn’t have a clue as to what had really happened.

I remember the moment well; it was like waking up from a long slumber. Anger, hate, and fear, became my life force, and as I came to the realization of what was going on I took action. Something you could never do, one of the many things I was better at than you… The screams continued, and as you- I mean, as I looked down I saw that which brought me to life. Trevor. The guy whom at one point in your life had been a great friend, whom had saved your rear-end on numerous occasions from bullies as a child; and now the man who caused you so much pain and grief.

After the incident you had seen a lot of doctors, but it was Doc who found the right stuff for you. That medication was changing your life, almost giving back everything you’d lost, or at least the things that could be replaced. After a week on the med’s I became very tired. After a month I didn’t even want to leave my place. And finally after two months on that pill I had fallen asleep, assumed to be dead, it was assumed that I’d be gone for good. I’d almost thought the same thing… Yet here I am, a year later, like being born again… The first birth was my favorite of the two though, awakening to a very frightened Eric staring me in the eyes as if to say, “Welcome to life!” I saw the fear in his eyes and it gave me strength. I threw him into the shelf and smiled as the books fell onto him, and then I turned my attention to Trevor, scent of lust, fear, and anxiety sent me into frenzy. He never expected it, not from you anyway. Fortunately, it was me that had destroyed his face and proceeded to break his arm. But you enjoyed it, thatwhich you could not do, I did. Those who you would have once feared conflict with, I defeated.

No one bought the story though. No one believed you when you pleaded to have been controlled by some “otherworldly force.” Tell you the truth I hadn’t expected them to, but one man did understand. And so as you know, we made a visit to Doc and in one appointment he prescribed you the right stuff. It worked well, from what I’ve seen you seemed to have gotten your life back in order. But you stopped taking the medicine. Why? I was finished, I was just a nightmare that had come and gone- yet HERE I AM!

After I had finished taking care of Trevor I saw Amy, clothes ripped, hair tangled, crying. That’s when you stepped back into reality and I took my place on the sideline watching to see what you would do. Eric covered with books and glass, Trevor bleeding, bruised, and unconscious. But it wasn’t finished; apparently my actions had inspired you, because after the sight of Amy, Trevor and Eric on the floor you felt it wasn’t enough. And so your testimony was tarnished.

The next week the sun stayed out, juxtaposing the gloom that had fallen over the cemetery. But you wouldn’t know it; you didn’t show up that day. And so here we are, what should just be You, has become Us once more. From what I hear you’ve become quite the troublemaker, apparently someone called you Steve the other day, and I wasn’t there. This is not you Steven; you are much better than me, although I hate to admit it I know it’s true. I cannot function in society, whereas you excel in society. Please don’t travel down the path that brought me here, I may enjoy it, but I know what it will do to you. So take your medicine, forget I ever existed, apologize to Ryan, and get your life back.

It’s like what dad said after the incident, “Life is confusing, and although you wish you could control it you cant. But what you can control, control it with passion and ferocity as if it were a beast waiting to break free. Son you can’t blame yourself for what happened, that was not you. Like the Apostle Paul, this is just a thorn Satan has put into your side.” So Steven I ask you to take your medicine, and keep the beast from breaking through. I may be all that you wish you could be, but there is a reason you are not. So take the medicine Steven; if not for me do it for Amy, she misses you, I may have defended her, but you were there to comfort her. She told me the other day that you had started struggling again. Its funny because I didn’t even say it was me she was talking to, she’s a really bright girl and she needs her big brother. That was always something you were better at than me. Love, something that is still foreign to me, take the medicine Steven and be you, not me, you.

Take the medicine Steven…

Love,

Steve