I walk up to my room, grabbing leggings and a graphic tee. I add a touch of blush to my face so it didn't look so lifeless.
Something on my floor caught my eye as I walked out of the room, I went to grab it and read it, not expecting to cry.
Dear Scar,
I know that your little mind probably can't wrap around this but Daddy is gone now. I love you very much, Sweetheart but I just wish you could speak. You were the last thing that gave me happiness.
Daddy had a little thing called Cancer, when I went through Chemo it was the only thing keeping me well and alive, along with the meds they gave me.
When I found out you couldn't talk, I asked them to take me off of everything so I could just go before it was too painful for me.
I know your mother didn't want us to tell you about Daddy's Cancer because you would be sad. But we had to tell you why I wouldn't come home for work. I love you, Scar.
Love,
Daddy
As I read the letter over, my eyes begin to tear up; I can feel my heart aching.
I put the letter back where it should've been and I leave it there as I walk over to Skylar's.
YOU ARE READING
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General FictionWords are stuck deep down in her throat. Heart. Soul. No one gives her attention because they all brush her off as the silent girl. The one too dumb to speak.