NAME: Drew Connor. DATE: 4/09/2019
Write a letter to your friend
There is no way I'm writing a letter to a dead person.
It's your fault
You decided to do it when I was gone and once I was back you were gone. I am not doing good just saying
Again also your fault. So basically all of this happening to me is your fault.
It's been one hell of year and i guess i'm writing you because you are the only one who won't say it to anyone, i'm tired of people telling others that i am just bat shit crazy which is sorta true
I can either confirm or deny. It's just been hard, really hard to work through my issues and being alone
Having you around was easier to ignore my bad things, I can't ignore it anymore.
It keeps building up, life at home is bad but it was always bad
Mum doesn't care and dad never stays home, when he does come back he is too drunk to do anything. The kids are okay ish, they don't understand what happens and mum wants me to take care of them and school is just a pity
The thing is when your best friend decides to end their life, others look at you as in you are a ticking bomb and they give you all of the pity in the world, those concerned looks and talking about your style, how you broke down during your english class and now they see you the glass boy so fragile.
People see me differently now, before they barely saw me now; it's like the whole world knows who i am. I don't want that, I love to be boring and invisible. Even my granny can see that i am not doing well whenever i meet her it's all she says, we didn't have to talk about those things
It was just you and I against this world. A duo.
Too bad it's gone now
Love,
Drew
YOU ARE READING
drew and his letters
Teen Fictiondrew is seventeen year old, trying to get through his last year of high school but a tragic event before school, turns his life upside down and now its been a year he is writing these letters to work through his issues
