Chapter 2
“Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
'Ugh, I can't believe that I have to clean out the dirty, stinkin' basement!' I screamed in my head. 'Why, do this always have to be me? Why do I always get the worst jobs? Why me! What have I ever done to y....wait what is that?'
I bent down to get whatever I saw, it looked as if it was stained with coffee and jam? But before I could guess what it was, I noticed that it was a note. Opening the note I found out that there was three other letter inside. All of these notes weren't the normal happy note, these notes were a melancholy suicide notes. They read...
Dear anyone who cares enough to read this,
If you are reading this, well then I must say I'm shocked. You must be reading this to get a good laugh, even though what you have done to me wasn't funny. You made me do this, you made me kill myself.
Maybe if you hadn't called me fat day in and day out, I would still be alive. But no, you had to call me everything mean you could think of, you had to abash me. None of you could see how obvious it was that your hurt me! You are all a bunch of egocentric people who find joy in hurting me! You made me this way. I was hapless, and now you have to deal with my blood on your hands till your last breath. Just remember you did this to me and you can never take back what you have done. You made me.
Dear Andy,
I loved you. But you left me for her. I was your soul mate, but you just left me. Why did you do that? Why couldn't you be nice? No, you had to become the worst person ever! You didn't even try to stop the name calling or the abuse, you watched and even helped at points. Don't even think you didn’t do anything, you’re a fabulist if you thought so. I loved
you with all my heart, but now I hate you with all my heart.
And finally,
Dear Jade,
In your eyes I was impeccable, I’m not. You were the only person that cared for me and I thank you for that. Whenever I was down, you made my happy. You are my best friend, and I'm sorry that I'm leaving you. I'm sorry.
With all my love,Nancy
And you know who this note was written by? Nancy. Nancy, the sweet caring person, the person who is a mother to all of us only abandoned kids. The one that is lucid, the one that helps everyone with there homework? The one person I looked up too? What could she be thinking? Should I confront her about this? How would I bring this up to her? I can't just say 'Hey, Nancy. Why aren't you dead?' No, I could never do that. I just have to think of a good way to bring it up to her, without making me look as if I had grown two heads and a body of a snake. After contemplating my plan on talking to Nancy about this, I walked up the basement steps, which seemed like an entirety, into the kitchen.
“Hello, sweetie. Would you please help me make supper?” Nancy asked with the same caring tone as always.
“Hmm, well sure, but I kind of want to talk to you first” my voice almost cracking at the end from nerves. “I..I um found this downstairs, while cleaning the basement.” I said showing her the coffee stained envelope.
“Oh dear.” Nancy said looking as if she had seen a ghost. “Well, I guess I should tell you about this then, should I?”
“Pa...please.” I shuddered still in shock.
