Dear Katelyn,

It’s currently 3:42 pm, and all is quiet in prison Block D. From my cell, I can hear Bob whistling from his parole desk at the far end of the corridor.
Prison life is not as bad as they make it out to be, Kate. You’ll be surprised at the sort of individuals that are currently residing in Block D. I know what you’re thinking—so to answer you; no, none of them are precarious mass murderesses. And no, there are no gangs or territory wars being waged under the supervisors’ noses. To put it simply, life here is very controlled and everything, from toilet breaks to visitation times, are scheduled to the minute.
Cell 17 is slightly larger than the other cells, so I suspect I may have to share this space with someone in the near future. At the moment, the furnishings in this room are very simple: there is a single bed, a small table and a small toilet and sink made of stainless steel. There’s one flame-check pillow and mattress with heavy duty vinyl, both in a rather unattractive shade of green to match our equally unappealing orange two-piece uniform. One thing’s for sure- prison is a far fetch from the fashion world.

I admit all this rambling is a distraction from the main reason I am writing to you. I guess I figured if I could somehow convince you that a convicted life isn’t too bad, perhaps I’ll be able to fool myself into believing that, too.
The truth is, Kate, I am yearning for everything that I am missing out at the moment. Maybe I’d thought the world might have stopped, now that I am no longer really a part of it. But it hasn’t, has it? Life goes on for everyone else on the other side of the fence; or in this case, the other side of the jail cell.
It’s been two weeks since the jury has found me guilty. I have been in this cell for one hundred and twenty-eight hours, forty-five minutes, and as from now, twenty seconds. And every moment behind bars has made me torture myself with that single question:

Was it worth it?

Can you tell me, Kate? I’m hoping you can, or at least keep the promise you made to me. I have never been a religious woman, but I’ve found myself praying to a God I do not believe in to watch over Jaycee, Matthew and… you, my dear sister.
I hope this letter finds you all well. Please tell my family I love them more than words can possibly describe, and that every passing moment is a moment wasted, knowing that I am not there beside them.

Love your sister,

Heather Joy Weltz




Dear Heather,

Please don’t act like you are the victim in this situation. Stop shielding your pathetic self with a miserable and vulnerable façade. You know deep down that you deserve every hour, every minute and every second of that verdict. Don’t force the blame on me for your own stupidity; don’t act like I owe you because of my easy going life. I don’t owe you anything. You are capable of anything Heather Joy Weltz, and by trying to inflict me with guilt is only resulting in your obvious loss of power. Don’t try and appear pitiful and worthy of my sympathy. You chose this path willingly; you’ve always wanted to play god in every situation and I guess it backfired this time, didn’t it? You only got yourself to blame; no one else but you.

Even when we were young your competitive nature always got the better of you, always wanting to outshine me in front of mum and dad in the hopes that the company will be yours. Don’t think I have no clue about your intentions, you were hoping to destroy me that time, but you never once thought your big sis also had an ace up her sleeve did u? Let me just say, don’t underestimate my capability if you know what’s good for you. Too bad your guardian angel Perolt can’t save you this time. Just seeing your face as the judge made the final decision was the cherry on top of my satisfaction of the conviction. So you tell me if it’s worth it. You seriously humour me sis- cut the nonsense about praying for my well being. I’ll be happy if kept your trap shut.

However, I am glad to know that you are safe and healthy. I am a person that keeps her word and I can assure you the secret is safe with me. Your poor husband and daughter have no idea about your infidelity ways and it will be that way so long as you are a good sister and admit defeat. Life is great without you interfering Heather, and I will promise to convince Jaycee to visit you each week. I hope it pains you to hear that she adores her dearest aunty and confides in me like I’m her ‘mother’. You see, she’s too hurt to see you; scared and living in denial about her mother’s actions, a teenager going through so much at such a young age. If I were you I would have second thoughts on seeing my daughter; but then again you have no heart, do you? You’re selfish and power hungry: again, I must say you deserve every passing second of this sentence.

Life is so much simpler and breathable without you Heather— and I mean every word of it. I have no more competition and have finally gained the respect I deserve with no Heather to steal my limelight. You are the only obstacle in my journey to success and now you are my history. This may be the last you’ll hear from me because I’m way too busy with my new position as ‘CEO of SFH’.


Your dear sister,

                                                                                                         
                                                                        Katelyn Joy Prince