Eighteen Letters To Juan Karlos •COMPLETED•

The Seventh Letter

Darren watched Juan Karlos from the sofa, as he read fan mail, again. It was strange. JK never normally read so much fan mail. And he was acting so strangely, too. Almost distracted. Darren was worried, was something wrong with him?

What if he was reading hate mail? Maybe that would explain why he'd lost his appetite on a number of occasions. But that wasn't like JK at all. And besides, if he was reading hate mail, why would he laugh while reading it?

Hate mail would explain why he was being so secretive about the whole thing, however.

Yet even as Darren thought about it, JK slipped a blue and green bracelet from the envelope onto his wrist. No haters would send him presents, surely. Perhaps, it wasn't fan mail at all. Maybe..

Maybe it was a love letter! Yes, that would explain it. Was Juan Karlos exchanging love letters with someone? Darren suddenly felt a smirk on his face, that had to be the reason. It certainly explained his strange actions lately. He would ask about it later.

Juan Karlos spotted out of the corner of his eyes Darren watching him, and turned and caught his eye. Darren immediately looked away, looking pleased with himself. JK frowned. What was that about?

Confident that Darren was no longer watching him, he pulled the seventh letter from the bundle and opened the envelope. There was no gift this time, no picture. Just a page of writing.

He could sense immediately that it was different from the others.

Dear Juan Karlos,

I miss her. I miss her way too much, and I think if anyone knew exactly how much I missed her they'd think something was wrong with me.

It feels like a part of me is missing. Sure, I have Lisa at school. But I've known Maddie for three years. She's almost like an extra limb. I'll get home from school and then I'll realise that she's not here. And its different from all those years ago, because back then I was allowed to cry, expected to. Who wouldn't?

Cry at what? What happened so long ago, JK thought.

Yet no one's going to expect me to cry now. Maddie's just a little girl, I was friends with her maybe, but she's not dead. She just moved away to a happier life.

Its at night when it's worse, I think. Mads used to always know if I was having a nightmare, though I have no idea how. Maybe she was physic. But the point is, that she'd always be there for me. She didn't say anything, just crawl into bed beside me. And she was always there when I woke up.