sinners play as saints

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He would write me cryptid love notes and letters. They said stuff like "watching over you" and "You have my heart". Like me, he loved writing and would always write me poems. He even wrote stories about us. I only know of one (honeymoon) but I'm pretty sure he's written more. He's done the same thing with other people. He told me a story about this girl he knew in middle school. He would write her letters and leave them in her mailbox. He constantly stalked her at school and once even spelled out her name with animal bones on her front lawn. which eventually caused her and her family to move away. I feel bad for that girl. I can imagine how she must've felt. I'm so lucky that I didn't know him in person. Sometimes I wonder that if we knew each other in person would he still have done the things he did? He said he wished that we went to the same school but if we did would it be better or would it be worse? He liked me for my personality but in person, I'm very quiet and timid so he probably wouldn't have noticed me at least I hope.
"I kept leaving dead animals in front of her house because I read that cats do it as an offering of some sort. It got so bad- I got upset at her because she told me the dead animals made her upset. So instead of using dead animals to win her "affection" I would tear out the bones and form them into letters. I would write out her name real big in the yard one day during the summer- her parents had enough and moved to a town over. I've learned from my mistakes though! Plus, I was 11 so- I've most likely have changed" -CD

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