As we pulled up to the house I noticed something was off; there was no mailbox, and a lot of the brick had been chipped. The stairs seemed moldy and the yard was covered in weeds. This wasn't the house I remembered; when I left the lawn was bright green, and the stairs would shine in the sun everyday. Not to mention the bricks were so red sometimes I thought they were covered in tomatoes (weird I know). I didn't really care; I just thought it was strange. The weirdest thing though was there not being a mailbox; durning my treatment I wrote so many letters to my sister and she never responded which shocked me; it made me think she was mad at me.
Now that I think of it, I did get one response; it was the first letter I sent her telling her how much I missed her and how badly I wanted to be out of there and with her. She wrote back how much she missed me, but it didn’t seem like her writing; she always signs her letters with a heart and a “xo” at the end, but in this letter she didn’t; she didn’t even sign her name, she wrote it normally.
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At War With Myself
Fiksi PenggemarThis fanfic is about a girl who comes home from rehab (after facing many difficult struggles) to face more; between bullying, hate from her own brother, and other problems, Sarah, who's only 15, tries to stay strong.
