Dear Matt
He slept on the couch this morning and I woke him up when I was leaving.
He threw his empty beer bottle at me.
I think I’m bleeding.
But I don’t even feel the pain anymore.
I’m writing this on the way to school and I’ll bring it to your house on the way.
I wish there was someone to help me.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
Teen Fiction"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
