She went to bed and placed her headphones on and listened to a hauntingly beautiful melody. Whether it was a mere coincidence or not but, Lily recognized the story the song was telling her, and she perfectly understood it; after all it was her story she was listening to. She closed her eyes as the sweet melody dragged her to the oblivion; thinking maybe finally, she would sleep without nightmares.
Her parents came home to a peaceful sleeping Lily, which they dismissed casually. It wasn't until dinner time did they realize that something was not right; Lily hasn't woken up yet. Her parents knew she was a fitful sleeper and she never slept more than a couple of hours. They entered her room to check on her, to see if she was all right. But their worst fears were realized; Lily was never waking up again.
Lily's parents arranged a small and simple funeral where only her family attended. Her parents were grieve-stricken over Lily's departure; after all she was their only child. Her parents couldn't find a cause to what lead her to commit such a thing. It was a week after when her parents finally understood what happened. They were cleaning her room when they discovered a box hidden beneath her bed that harbored all her deep fears. And that box was labeled as My Secrets.
They found hundreds of letters that she wrote to an anonymous friend, but what was abnormal was that this letters had addresses on them and yet they've never been mailed out. And in those frightful letters did the parents find out what was wrong with their daughter
Lily started writing those letters; right after her Uncle Landly started visiting her. Lily didn't remember much of why she was uncomfortable round him, but she wrote that he did things to her that she didn't feel safe with. Her parents were never around when these things happened. Lily understood that she needed to talk to her parents about it, yet she couldn't bring herself to tell about this; though she'd tried countless times. She couldn't understand why she wouldn't talk about it.
After that first letter, more and more of them made their way to her box, sometimes even up to 6 letters a day. But that wasn't the worst part yet. Lily wrote in those letters that she began to hear voices that spoke to her, when no one said anything to her. She heard secrets being told in silent whispers, she heard them when she slept and when she walked in her school hallways. Being in school was worse because sometimes those voices would get to an uncontrollable point. She'd get constant headaches because the voices wouldn't stop whispering in her head.
In her last letter she wrote:
Dear friend,
I don't think I can keep up with this anymore. The voices wouldn't stop, but I can make them. I want to stop becoming part of their secret. It isn't my right to know them and it's wrong. It's killing from the inside out. My heart feels like it a hallow shell. I can't feel anything.
If this becomes my last letter, please know that I finally found peace within myself. And the voices aren't bothering me anymore and I can finally sleep soundly
Yours truly.
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