21 Letters to Heaven
By: HaveYouSeenThisGuy_
This is not my story. But this is a story that inspired me. A story of a girl named Jamie, who, of all the people who suffered Earth. She was a girl who kept on smiling and kept on loving people despite the fact that they are abusing and bullying her.
My name is Natalie, and I am here to share the inspiring tale of my best friend, Jamie. First of all, Jamie is a good girl. A loving girl, an angel of some sort… I guess. She’s a girl who’s willing to love, even if unrequited. A girl who‘llembrace you even if you’re continuously pushing her away. That is how I see her kindness; her kind heart never fails to amaze me.
I think you’re already wondering how this story will begin. Well, let me start on the day of her death… Yes, her death. Sadly, Jamie’s body cannot handle all the physical pain that everyone is giving her. Maybe, I’ve said and repeated it a lot of times, but Jamie is an abused daughter, a bullied child, and an outcast to the community.
December 23 at exactly 7:30 PM-- It was a cold evening like no other; merriness filled the air though. When you look outside the window, you will see how cheerful the neighbourhood is, which makes me cheerful too. The lights in the neighbourhood areso bright; you can feelthe Christmas spirit in the air. Every house on our street is clad with red and green garlands; plus, you can even hear Christmas songs playing out loud.
My brother and I aregiddily playing the Nintendo Wii our parents gave us as a Christmas present. During dinnertime, our table is full with our laughter and what to do’s for the rest of the holiday vacation—we came out with a plan to go out of town; maybe in our motherland, Nueva Ecija.
Our excitement seems forever, until that horrifying moment came. We heard a loud bang from one of the neighbouring houses. All of us were shocked by what we’ve heard. My older brother went upstairs, and thenhe closed the windows beforeturning the lights off. My parents locked the door too, and I was sent up to my room for safety.
It was a scary feeling. Though the windows in my room are shut, I can still hearshouting outside and people are on panic. The neighbourhood is now at tumult. The happy feeling just waned and anxiety reigned. Few more frightening gunshots deafened me. I shakily cover my ears shot after shot. Of what’shappening outside, I think it’s murder. My older brother joined me in my room. He sat beside me and embraced me.
“W-What’s h-happening?” I stammered. I can’t seem to utter a word properly. My body is jittery as I am scared to death right now; my hands even fell dead cold.
“I don’t know either.” He answered me. I can see that my brother is trying to be strong but I know deep inside he’s also scared of what’s happening. I mean, who wouldn’t, right?
The night becomes dragging to my senses;we remained wide awake. I choose to be comforted by my brother’s arms because for at least half an hour or so, a lot is still going on outside.The screams from random neighbours, the cries for help— they were all unbearable to me.
And after few more minutes, the wailing sound from sirens intensified my perturbation. The noise subsided though, and it was then I feel slightly relieved. No more gunshots, screaming cries, and sirens. However, the following silence is eerie. My older brother who’s right beside me stood up and walked towards the door.
