Letters to Life

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letter #2

april 2

another day in this cold, white room. i sit here and watch her motionless body like the past months. i transferred schools from california to georgia and so far its as lonely as it was in cali, as if im a disease, they avoid me or like a ghost, they dont see me when i ask for a pencil or for the answer i missed because i was too busy wondering when i would be able to meet my best friend for the first time, awake.

rose's mum came in earlier today and gave me a large shirt that had grumpy sewn across the chest, there was a note from my sister asking how i was and to text her about how rose was. my sister and i had always been very close, even though she now lives in berlin, germany.

the shirt still goes down to the bottom of my knee caps and reminds me of when my sister walked into me sneaking into her room to find a shirt to wear for bed, her exact words being "you look cute in that, we can share it." ever since it was common for us to fight over it for a night.

around that time was when i met rose, she was 15 and i was 14, playing an online game and we clicked since the start. already best friends before my instant noodles were done in the microwave. that decision changed my life and make it to where i wouldn't want to change it- except the fact that i wasn't here sooner to keep her from that bed.

and god damn, i miss her more than i miss my teddy bear, flower, back at home.