Just A Few Letters

Pictures on the Skin

I ran my fingers over the wax seal, I must have not opened it, either that or I never wanted to read this letter again. I got up and grabbed a knife. I looked at it, and looked at my reflection in the shine, I didn't even realize that I had a small stream coming from my eyes. I rubbed of the hot, rounded tears away, and went back to the letter, using the knife to open the seal. My heart dropped at the condition the letter was. I placed the knife on the table and gently took out the fragile piece of paper with message on it. The paper looks like it torn in two. There was tape along the middle, where you could see a small red stain and it seemed another red smudge covered the date, and then suddenly I remembered this letter. I remember the day perfectly, I took in a deep breathe and then went to the memory.

"Mason! Alexandria is looking for you." A young female girl, with pale skin and blonde eyes, along with brown eyes cam up with me. "Okay, thanks, Cherry. Do you know where she is?" I asked, expecting an answer. Cherry just looked at me and studied me for a minute, it is like she was trying to see if I was ready for a quiz or something. "Yeah, she is at the football field." I nodded, football season is now over, so a lot of kids just go there to hang or get away from detention and such. Alexandria and I have been together for more than one year now. We were both seniors, meaning this would all be a distant memory, and we would have 2 little kids and be married, we will even age together. I nodded once more, and walked away to head to the field. I reached there in a few minutes and found my love sitting at the top of the bleachers away from civilization.

It never crossed my mind that something was wrong, not until I saw her look down at her arms and start scratching on them. She still my large varsity jacket, and it reached well pass her hands. "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked her, she looked up at me. I almost broke at the look of her, her bright, crystal blue eyes were glazed over with the warm watery liquid. I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms and she started crying, wrapping her arms around me, and flinched slightly when her under-arm grazed my shoulder. She sobbed, "You're gonna hate me. You're gonna hate me so much-" I had to stop her right there and pulled back, "I will never hate you, you are my one true love." I grabbed her wrist and she jumped, and scrunched away in pain. I looked at her, and the puzzle pieces slowly started clicking. I loosened my grip on her arms, and dropped one of them down to pull back the sleeve on the other.

She looked own, as the sleeve pulled back enough to see her lightly-tanned skin puffy in a cut mark. I rolled the sleeve up more, and saw multiple little cuts on her arm, some of them are as deep as an quarter inch. I gasped, and I didn't say anything, she started crying and was going to walk away, but I grabbed her gently and pulled her onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head into her neck. "I love you, I will always love you." I didn't bother asking about them, I am ot one to deal with that kind of thing. Even if I was, I know better to question why, if she hasn't told me now, it means she doesn't know how to explain it to herself. That night I went home and wrote her a little.

"My dearly beloved,

Hey, I know this may not be the best time. But, I felt it necessary to write you. I wanted to tell you, I love you so much. You are my world, I mean that. I am not going to ask you wants wrong because I want you to tell me when you are ready, and I don't want to force an explanation out of you. If you were to die, I would be going down with you. For that reason, I promise to keep you alive and we will go through life together.

I want to be their with you. I want to be there when you have troubles, I want to be there through your happiest moments, and we can fix problems together. That's how much I love you, I don't know what I would do if I lost you to someone else. Not even God could separate us.

I will always, always be here, and you will never have to hurt like you are now. I am going to be right by your side.

-Love,

Mason."

It was short, and repetitive, but I meant ever word. I was crying while writing it, and I couldn't go on, so I signed it off and turned around and looked at the sleeping figure in my bed, she had spent the night because she had a fight with her mother. I took off my shirt, and grabbed my sleeping sweatpants, going into the bathroom to change. I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper. I went over to the bed and laid down next to her, I felt her turn after I shut my eyes and she snuggled into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her waist and opened my eyes looking at she was wearing I chuckled as she was wearing my large shirt and sweatpants that were too long. I kissed her head and went to sleep.

I looked at the paper, this paper has been through so much, the memory only showed the beginning of the story of this paper, with only a few paragraphs on it. He felt absolutely heartbroken and ran his fingers along his wrist and shook his head. He put the letter back in the envelope, and put all the, now, scattered letters into the suitcase.

This is a very important letter I suggest you try to remember it when you read the next few chapters!

~@bottomlesspxt