Chapter 4| Rest Well

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Dear Mom,

It's a little hard adjusting to this place because it's so far from home. Or I guess Mr and Mrs. Summers' home. They message me everyday to check up on me and make sure I'm okay. It always warms my heart when I hear the familiar ding from my phone. Mrs. Summers always messages me once a day. Either to tell me "have a good morning dear" or "The Lilies are looking nice this week!" And it never fails fo make me laugh when she does a "— Mari" at the end of her messages. Oh, more fun news, remember the septum piercing guy? Well! He and I are gonna go out to the mall on Thursday this week! I'm hoping it goes well. Oh and me and Pen are doing great at this moment! She has quickly become my bestest friend, we vibe so much!

Update on Med school: it's already killing me. I took basic classes when I was in college but now I'm making up for all those missed labs. It's actually awful. I'm either not sleeping because I'm studying or I'm at school. This was one of the biggest regrets of my life... I'm just being dramatic, I actually feel like shit but at least I know I'll be happy once this is all over. I've always wanted to be a doctor, I'm still debating on if I want to be a medical doctor or if I want to work in some other field within the human science department. Well I guess I'll find out.

I don't work really due to Mr. Summers efforts in making a savings account for my schooling. Surprisingly he makes a lot as a private investigator too... sooo, working is not much of a worry right now, but it will become a worry once the funds are out... but I'm choosing to not think about it.

Oh, my roommate Lindsey is a major B I T C H, she keeps eating MY food that I buy! With my own money! That I work twice a week for. She even lives off her daddy's money and he buys her anything she wants so WHY must she eat MY food. IT'S SO AGGRAVATING. I know I don't work much because of Mr. Summers, but still, it sucks when she takes my stuff. Believe it or not I worked for it.

Oh shoot, before I forget, Pen asked me to come to a meet this afternoon when her and her coworkers get off of a case! I'm excited! I hope I can be friends with her coworkers because they feel very close to one another and it would be nice to be apart of that. I still don't have many friends, so maybe I can make some!

Anyway I have to go mama, it was nice to write to you!

Love You,
A.S

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She smiled at the pink note in her hand. The paper texture was very specific, it had to be. She needed it to be. Why? It was her moms favorite paper when she was a little girl. Her mom used this paper to write to her own parents or to Abagail herself. Sometimes neither of them had to tell eachother how much they loved the other. They just wrote to one another to share their love. Maybe that's why she still writes to her mother to this day? She hopes that the letters will distract her from the reality that her mother was six feet below the ground. She missed her mother more than anything, however, instead of coming to terms with the loss she compartmentalized and pretended her mother never had passed.

With a sigh she turned around in her chair and stood onto the plush carpeted ground below her. The pink sheets of her bed were fluffy to the touch and her pillows were silky smooth. She looked at her watch before seeing that she had about 2 hours to make herself look all nice for the bar that she was going to. She also had 2 hours to get some food in her before she drank herself sick. With a quick speed she walked towards her dresser and pulled out some tights and a pretty blue bralette. Then she opened her closet before grabbing out a nice black dress. The dress was sleeveless that cinched at the waist that would emphasize her figure. When she stripped herself of her sweatshirt and leggings she admired herself for a moment. She was never confident about her body as a teen and now she can appreciate herself. Her heart was filled with pride as she studied her body in the mirror. Finally after years and years of work she is finally confident in her own body. Her skin was tanner now from the time she spends outside and she generally looked much healthier.

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