Letters To James

Chapter #1

James heard a knock on the door of his hotel room. He was the only one there. The rest of the boys had decided to go to the gym. James opened the door to find no one there. James looked both ways, trying to spot anyone but the long , brightly lit hallway was empty. James stepped forward to go down to the receptionist to ask if anyone had come up to this level and tripped. Thankfully, he didn’t fall over. James got his balance back and looked down to see how he had tripped. Right by his feet was a brown parcel with black, script writing with his name on it. James Yammouni. He picked it up to find that it was heavier than he thought it would be. James carried it into the hotel room and opened the parcel with great care. Inside were envelopes also with his name on it, and on the right hand corner were little numbers. He flicked briefly through them to find that the envelopes were in order. He picked up the first one and tore the top off. There , carefully folded , refill paper with neat ,scripture writing sat. James pulled it out and his eyes began scrolling across the words.

Dear James ,

You won’t see this so I don’t know why I am bothering to write. It will only be read by your management... They won’t even read it I don’t think. They will stick a stamp on this letter and send it back saying thank you. I do not know what I want to write James. Sharni just said that I need to get my feelings down on paper so it will help me. I have no feelings anymore. Everything I ever had was gone. Gone. That’s a big word. I guess you have things gone too James. Your old life. I bet you had friends that you thought were the world but now you don’t have them because they don’t want to be stuck around someone famous.

Look at that , I’ve let something from my life go into this letter. I didn’t want that to happen. I want to forget all of it , but I can’t. Sharni said that I have to think about my past and that’s all she ever talks about. My past.

There I go again , talking about it. I vowed not to say any of it. James , you’re never going to read this so I guess it is safe for me to say things... but theres this part of me that doesn’t want to. I feel like , if I do tell you , you’ll judge me... but you won’t. I know you won’t. I feel like the other boys would. Like Luke might throw a spas or something. I trust you though. You would never judge someone.

What am I talking about? Everyone judges everyone. That is how society is.

I should go now. I don’t know if this is helping. I shouldn’t even be doing this.

Love from ,

Elsie.

 

James looked up from the letter. He was left wondering what she was talking about. Who is Sharni? She kept talking about her past but never said anything about it. James’ eyes went back to the bottom of the page. The letter was from a fan by the sounds of it. A girl named Elsie. She didn’t give her age or anything else. Just a first name. After reading the letter James felt that he couldn’t tell the boys. The letters were just for his eyes and for him to know about. He didn’t understand how she wouldn’t – no she couldn’t tell him her problems. She was right , everyone judged everyone but James didn’t judge Elsie. He had heard nothing of her story yet , he felt that he wanted to know her first before he could judge her. James sat there on the floor for a few minutes thinking about Elsie. He decided to read another letter. He put the first one back into its envelope and his hand reached out for the second one. He was interrupted by the sounds of the boys playing “Penis” in the hallway. James put the letters back into the parcel and quickly hid it under his bed just in time as Beau walked through the door.