Dear No One,
I couldn’t write anything after writing that last night.
I’ve been crying constantly since I had that dream a couple weeks ago. But then again, it wasn’t really a dream. It felt too real, like it had happened before, just like the “dream,” I had before.
That was when I remembered Nick.
My Nick.
Why isn't he here?
Why isn't he with me? Cuddled up in my bed with me because he had a bad dream or just got plain scared of nothing. Asking me to sing him a song or play a game with him. Bugging me when I just wanna relax just because thats what younger brothers do.
I don't care how annoying he was, I just want him here with me annoying me more.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to No One
Teen FictionDear no one, I don’t know why I’m writing this. Doesn't make much sense to me, but I was told to and…I guess I’ll finally do what I’m told. Ms. Webb said I should do this and that it would help with my memory. I don’t really know what I’m supposed t...
