!Trigger warning! Mentions of suicide/self harm, abuse, neglect, religion
Zachary Michaels is a 19 year old boy who never really had much, though he was raised not to complain since at least he had a roof over his head. But, like every average-joe t...
I can still hear the sirens at night, and I see the lights of the police cars every time I close my eyes. I can't say how many times I've rewritten this letter, as I've honestly lost count, but I know you deserve some sort of explanation for what I've done. The day you saved me, I had been praying that God send me an angel to help, but now I wish he would've left me to die in that bathroom. Then both of us would have gotten what we wanted. I don't hate you, I don't think that I even could if I wanted to, not after everything you've done for me. I'll never be able to explain to you how grateful I am, though I'm sorry that now I'll never have the chance to even try. I've included in this box every letter I've ever written to you in chronological order. They should explain everything.
I'm so sorry, Logan.
Sincerely,
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