Dear Mieczyslaw
This morning I couldn't open my eyes and my limbs where numb. It feels like I was breathing in fake air through my lungs. I heard voices somewhere far away from my. I didn't know if it came from down stairs or outside my room or just outside the house. All I could think about was that I was stuck in my bed unable to move.
But I could open my eyes in the end. The sun was out and I could feel the fever rising inside of me. I got sick, nothing strange. But this fever dream was something else. I swear I did hear people talking, but it was quiet when I in the end could open my eyes. I don't know what is happening to me Stiles. Your dad told me you and Scott went camping. Right now that sounds awful , but again I am sick.
Sincerely Ginger
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No Rain, No Tears//Stiles Stilinski
FanfictionShe wrote him letters and he never replied. But she keeps on writing and writing until she couldn't do anything else. Is she really that worthless to him now? ...
