Four Page Letters (TeacherxStudent)

Dear Daddy

tw: mention of suicidal thoughts

Dear Daddy,

I know you'll be shocked to hear from me as it's been so long. I haven't written to you in a while and I'm so incredibly sorry. The last year has been an adventure for sure. A roller coaster of emotions. But I am so happy to tell you that today I am graduating from high school.

I know, I can't really believe it either. Graduating high school is a major accomplishment for me. There were a lot of times in the past where I didn't even think I would see graduation. There were times where I thought if Laura didnt kill me.. I'd do it myself. I had reached a point where I hated living. I hated waking up everyday to the same hell. I couldn't see the light, daddy. Everything was so dark and gloomy. I knew no one would care if I did. No one would miss me and I'd surely be doing Laura a favor.

I know that's the last thing you want to hear daddy, but it's true. I felt so empty for so long. I was hurting really bad. I don't even think that I wanted to really. I think it was more so I wouldn't give Laura the satisfaction of taking me out first. I hope you know I don't blame you for leaving me to her either daddy. I wish you hadn't, but I know you didn't know what she was capable of. What evils resided inside of her. She used me as her personal punching bag and I was too weak to fight back. That woman broke me in more ways than one. Physically, mentally and verbally. There were so many nights I went to bed hungry. So many mornings I couldn't even get out of bed because she'd beaten me so bad the night before. I know you taught me to always be brave and strong but I just couldn't be. I didn't know how to be any more. But eventually... the last time was the last time. A broken leg, a couple black eyes and many, many bruises later I finally defended myself. She can't hurt me anymore daddy. She cant hurt me. But we dont talk about Laura anymore...

I have a friend! A best friend actually. Yes, me. Your shy, stand offish, antisocial little girl made a friend. I never thought I'd see the day either. No one really talked to me in school. But it's not like I made much of an effort either. Her name is Abigail but we call her Abby. She has made such a difference in my life daddy. I wish we would have met sooner but I am thankful for the time we have had together and I know our friendship will carry into my adulthood. She knows everything about me. Literally, everything. She's never judged me. She's there for me whenever I need her. I know that she genuinely cares about me and she will do anything for me. She holds all of my secrets and I trust her with everything in me. She is the only friend I have but she is all I need. I love her so very much and she means everything to me.

I've decided to attend New York University. I've always been drawn to New York. And I know it's practically across the world but I need the distance. I need to get out of this place. And no, I'm not going into the medical field. I know if you were here you would push me into that direction. Well, I thought about going for creative writing. I've always been told I have a real talent in that department. But its just how I express myself. The words come naturally. I enjoy my writings but it's not my passion. I am going to be a therapist for at risk teens and preteens. I want to be able to help people who were in similar situations as I was. Losing a parent and or being a victim of abuse. Verbally, physically or emotionally. I want to help them walk through it and be a a shoulder to lean on and someone they can trust. I think I'd be rather good at it. Having hands on experience and all.

Now daddy, what I'm about to say may be shocking. But just hear me out okay? Okay.. daddy.. I have fallen in love. Oh God, doesn't that sound nuts? Me? Charlotte? No way right? Yeah, I know. But its true. I am head over heels in love with this woman. But here's the thing.. she's my English teacher. Well, was before I dropped her class but thats a story for another time. I know that may be a little weird to hear but just hear me out. I met Rosalynn, that's her name, two years ago. I remember the first time I saw her and I think that's when my crush began. It was the first day of junior year and I was running a bit behind. Once I got to school I grabbed my schedule from the office and my first period was English Literature with a one Mrs. Dandridge. I walked to the classroom and when I entered the room the world stopped spinning. This woman was sitting in front of her desk. She was wearing a lavender high waisted skirt with a loose beige top tucked into it. Her hair was dark and long, pulled back into a ponytail but stands framed her face. She wore a pair of dark framed glasses. Sun kissed skin.. God I was speechless. She asked for my name, told me not to be late again and sent me to a seat that was directly in front of hers. I was awestruck from that moment on. I was never late to that class again .. haha. Every morning, I was there. It didn't take long for my crush to develop. And over time those feelings grew stronger and stronger. Senior year is when that all changed though. Some things happened and one thing led to another and we ended up in this crazy situation.