Pen-Pals

Dear Karlie

To the girl known as sunshine,

I smiled when I read your letter. I took a picture and I've enclosed it,

But then I didn't smile.

Because I found out you'd be away for most of thanksgiving. You might make it here for one day- if that?

I'm sad that I'll no longer see you. It's getting me through all the hard days just to know I'll see you again.

But now I don't know if I will.

When Mom told me that you'd be unavailable for a lot of Thanksgiving I was empty. You felt so far away, effortlessly out of reach and not someone that would care about me.

I know you care about me, you care about me,

Right?

The girls won't stop and it's getting worse. They're getting shards of glass and cutting into me with them, laughing as I try not to cry in pain. They throw disgusting water at me and then other things like rotten food.

Their ideas are so creative I don't know where they get them from.

But it's not helping.

The agony of my private parts when I wake up each morning, knowing I'll be traumatised later again that day by bigger and different things is horrendous.

I have nothing, apart from you and now you seem so out of my league,

Dream like,

Surreal,

Not someone who would want to befriend a bullied teenager like me. And now I see that maybe you do want to be friends with me but not as much as I want to be friends with you.

I need to see your face- you're my sunshine, my light and when you're gone, I can't see it's so dark.

Please come Karls.

My heart and soul are begging you.

You're the only thing I have as even my family seem like a distant memory even if my mom is calling me for dinner right now.

They're perfect: I'm a mess.

Goodbye Sunshine,

Love Taylor,
Your soulmate.

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