Letter From Tomorrow

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Clay was struggling with an ongoing battle with anxiety and loneliness in his old small house outside of town. Only for the rare occasion a car would pass by clay would sit up in his room on Twitter or downstairs on the couch not really doing anything wishing for the day to be over. He didn't have a lot of money and his work didn't really pay much, expected since he hadn't been in a couple weeks now. Normally he would have had a letter from his work at this point since he wasn't opening the emails and soon he would indeed have a visit from his boss to say he's fired. But he really did not care. How could he when he doesn't have many friends and the few that he did he'd met online and didn't really talk to anymore.

It was the time of year now where the sun would set as fast as it had risen and the cold breeze would be unbearable. Trees had lost their leaves and the air was bleak.

In Florida, where clay lived, there was already some children whining about what they wanted for Christmas. Pony's, bikes, iPads, toy cars, barbie dolls and so much more he couldn't stand to listen to.

Zoned out, he started to think about how different his life would be if he'd have stayed in college instead of dropping out. If he'd have stayed in touch with his mom even after she kicked him out. If he'd have taken a different job. Even things so simple as if he'd have gone to the park that one day; he might've met someone who made him happy and feel loved and comforted him when he need it. But no, he blamed himself for how his life turned out.

The letterbox started rattling, snapping clay out of his thoughts. He got up and quickly but anxiously walked over to it. It sounded like something was trying to get through but couldn't. The brass had started to rust years back and had practically rusted shut. At this point he was scared enough to run away but too curious to leave it alone. He opened the door and no one was there...

"What the...?" He thought aloud.

There was no one in sight but there was however a letter caught in the clamp of the metal. Shakily, he pulled it out and wiped the rust that had broken and fallen off of it and took it inside; giving one last look up and down the street to make sure he wasn't imagining that it was rattling itself.

He had no luck.

He ripped right through the blue wax.

'Odd.'

He unfolded the letter that was inside of the envelope and stared at it with confusion as it read,

30th November 2021,

Do not leave your house tomorrow. If you're planning to go to ****** mall, don't. There is going to be a shooting there. I cannot tell you how I know this but please be careful.

-George

Weird. Today's date is the 29th of November isn't it? Clay pulled out his phone just to check and sure enough it was. But how would the person 'George(?)' know what would happen the next day? It's probably just some crazy person, but how would they know that clay was planning on going to ****** mall? He could do with some new clothes but he decided he would listen to the anonymous letter anyways.

Clay went on about his day, still thinking about the letter. He would've gone to the mall the same day but it was already late enough and there was no quick way to get there since he didn't own a car. It was now 11pm and he was tired, he'd been worrying so much about what he would do if there was actually a shooting at that mall the next day. Drowning in his thoughts he ended up dozing off to sleep not noticing his house now being stranded on the street with nothing else around...

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