Love Letters to the Dead

Chapter Five

When I wake up the next morning, sunlight streams into my room. I look at my desk for another letter from Dylan, but I never wrote one last night.

I sit down and start writing.

Dear Dylan,

Wow, that's so cool! Does that mean that I'll be able to communicate, see and touch you soon? That would be so awesome! Even when I can talk to you, I'm still going to write letters, and you better respond to me!

I wanted to ask you...is it okay if I tell my parents about you and the letters? They seem really confused and my mom definitely wants to know what's going on. If you don't want me to, then I won't tell them.

I also want to see if my friend, Anna, can comer over today. Don't worry; we'll stay away from the window. I've been keeping it locked tight. I hope that you won't have a problem with that! Anyways, I just woke up, so I'm sorry if my handwriting is messy!

-Bailey

I finish writing the letter and go downstairs for breakfast.

Neither of my parents are awake when I reach the kitchen.

Where are they? I think to myself.

I find a note on the table.

Bailey,

We're going to be gone all morning and for most of the afternoon, so don't worry about us. Feel free to invite Anna over.

-Mom and Dad <3

Okay, then. I thought. This is totally not like my parents. But they completely read my mind. I quickly eat breakfast and send Anna a text.

Bailey: Hey, Anna! Want to come over today?

Anna: Sure! I'd love to hang out with you and see the house!

I give Anna the address to the house and she arrives in just a few minutes.

"Hey, Anna!" I greet as I open the door.

"Hi, Bailey!" She responds and delicately steps inside. "Should I take off my shoes?"

"Yeah, you can if you want to," I answer, pointing to the shoe rack. "Let's go up to my room!"

"Okay!" She replies with a huge grin on her face.

I lead her up to my bedroom and she gasps as I open the doors.

"Wow, this place is SO big! My room is around half of this!" Anna giggles.

I laugh along with her and we sit down on big rug in my room.

To be honest, both of us just talked for a few hours. Every now and then, we talk about something so random that we would both burst out laughing.

Suddenly, Anna asks something surprising.

She points to my desk-at the letter I wrote for Dylan-and questions, "What's that, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Uh...it's a really, really, really long story. Do you want me to explain?" I ask.

"Yeah, if you're not annoyed at me for asking," Anna says again with a shy smile.