Dear Mollie,
Wow, that...
That was something.
I...
Those sure were a lot of stuff you've been through in such an emotional poem.
Geez, that is a shitty life your going through, not gonna lie.
On the bright side though, I'm glad you actually have a home. Not the best home but it's still a home, I guess. I was worried you didn't and that you've been living in the streets or something like that this whole time.
So, your little brother actually died. During the car crash. Just like that.
Shit.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm really really sorry...
But I don't see why your parents have to be so fucking cruel and kick you out because of that!
I mean, yes, your brother had died while you were in the car.
And maybe you've made a wrong choice of sneaking out and bringing your brother with you and maybe you could've done better.
But it wasn't just your fault. You know that, right?
You didn't mean it.
So don't say that you don't deserve to live anymore.
Don't say that you'd rather be the one leaving earth.
Don't say you aren't worth it.
No. Just don't.
It's not your fault.
It was just bad timing.
Don't think that way, alright?
You are worth living, okay?
Just keep holding on.
It was all just an accident..
By the way, do you still remember the person who hit your car?
YOU ARE READING
Dear No One [on hold]
RandomOne shared biology textbook, one lonely girl, one kind yet mysterious boy, several continuous letters, and a whole bunch of truths and lies. ~~~ [a story told through letters]