Love Letters to the Dead

Chapter One

I can't believe my parents. Even though Dylan's death was a year ago, they expected that I've moved on. That's exactly why we're going on vacation again-to the same lakeside cabin.

How could they do this to me?!  I fumed, enraged. After all of this time, there was never a day when I didn't think of him. And now they're forcing me to go on this vacation with them? To the place where he died?!

I'm seriously starting to think that they've lost their minds. I mean, give me a break! I'm sixteen years old; I can stay home alone for a few days! Even weeks, if I don't leave the house.

But NO, my parents wanted to have some "family time."

Uh-huh. Sure. That's totally fine.

The car slows to a stop as we approach the cabin. It hasn't changed at all since we were last here.

"Come on, Bailey!" My mom calls, leaping-yes, leaping-out of the car. She quickly grabs her bags and bounces to the door. My mom is the up-beat, "hip" kind of person. Sometimes it's annoying, but at others, it's good that she's so energetic.

My dad is just as energetic as my mom. He immediately gets out of the car and opens the trunk, containing all of our luggage. I climb out of the car lazily, grab my suitcase and backpack, and trudge to the front door of the cabin after Mom.

She opens the door and allows me to pass by her. Surprisingly, the place looks the exact same as last year, as if nothing has changed. I thought someone might have come by to check on things, but no. Everything is the same. My mom says that we're going to be here for seven days, then we're going back home. I hope that these seven days go by quickly, because I don't feel very positive right now.

I yank my bags behind me up the stairs to my room.

The place where Dylan died...I thought to myself and shivered.

But again, my room looks the same, as if nothing had ever happened. I put my bags down and begin to put my clothes into drawers. My favorite memories and pictures go on the nightstand by my bed, and my laptop goes on the desk.

I open the window and peer outside. I close it a minute later, making sure I don't have the same fate as Dylan. I wander to my desk and pull out a piece of paper and a pencil out of my backpack. When I feel sad, I write about my feelings and sometimes I feel better.

I don't even realize the words that I'm putting on paper, I just write.

Dear Dylan,

It's been exactly a year since you've died. Not a single day has gone by without me thinking about you, and I desperately wish that you could be here with me. I could go on and on about the things that I want, but you're the only person that I need.

It's hard to put this into words, but I miss you so much. I want to be back in your arms, just like last year. I feel that I haven't changed that much. I hate that I just stood there, watching you fall like an idiot before realizing what happened.

If I could re-live that day, then maybe you would still be here.

Next to me.

-Bailey

I look out the window and watch the sun set. My parents and I ate dinner in the car, so I'm not very hungry. It's been a long day, and I hope that tomorrow will be better.

I grab my pajamas from my bureau and change in the bathroom, along with doing my night routine.

I fall asleep in my bed, remembering the great times I had with Dylan.

A/N: Hey, guys! I finally decided to upload another chapter! Now, I know what you're thinking: "Uh...FrostByte? The #JustWriteIt challenge for February is over tomorrow!" And yeah, I know! I've been typing like crazy, trying to shove my Writer's Block away. I'm typing Chapter Four currently, and there will be around ten chapters total. I'm going to upload them randomly from now and tomorrow, so the Author's Note won't be as descriptive. This won't be my best #JustWriteIt challenge book, and I already know that. I started doing the challenge February 10th, so I was already off to a late start. I'm not going to do EVERY challenge, just ones that interest me, like this one! Okay, I've done enough rambling, so I hope you enjoyed! =)

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