I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. Better now than later.
I paced my room thinking whether or not to open the letter or not. I fell on my bed.
Why do things have to be so complicated? You just have to open the freaking envelope, then read the letter. Pull yourself together, Summers. I said to myself.
Simple as that.
The problem is..
Its not that simple.
'Yeah it is. Beatrice, JUST OPEN THE FREAKING LETTER! You wanna be a loser for the rest of your life?' My brain said to me.
"Im already a loser! What could I possibly lose more?"
'You've got a point' my brain said.
Ugh! I really am a loser! A loser who debates with her own brain.
'Everyone does that!'
"Whatever! I don't care about your logic right now! I need you to help me think why I should open the letter!" I said.
'Duh! Because it's from your mom! The mom whom you miss! The mom who cared and loved you? The mom whom you sacrificed a normal life for! Remember why you wear that wig? Think Summers! Think!' My Brain said.
I sighed. If the letter is even from my mom. What if this is some practical joke? What if?
I've had enough. I'm going to read this later. No backing down.
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I walked out of my house to see the sun rising. I sat down a swing. This was another favorite place of mine.
Early in the morning. I loved seeing the sun rise. It just made me feel.. sane. When I feel like I'm going out of control, I take a walk and sit down one of these swings and look at the sky.
I looked around thinking..
I'm alone. I'm really alone this time. I once thought I was alone. But now I see.. this is what alone is. The hollow.. empty feeling I have right now.
"Hey.. mind if I join you?" Someone said.
"Huh?" I turned around and saw someone in a hoody. I finally recognized him.
"Josh.. Are you alright now?" I asked avoiding his gaze.
"Tris. Look at me" I refused to look at him. The only thing I can see when I look at him is Dad. I'm not giving in.
"Please" He said. That voice.. I've never heard him this way. I looked at him and barely recognized him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Josh. I really am. I want to show you I really am sorry. But I don't know how. I don't wanna cry. I just.. I'm sorry" i said.
"Its not your fault. It was a good thing he went on and died. Someone was looking for him. Someone who seemed to want to kill him" Josh said with all seriousness.
"What? Did I just hear you correctly? You said it was better that he died? What the hell dude! Thats our father! our father!" I said.
"Would you rather he died in the hands of a murderer?" He said in all seriousness.
"N-no"
"Then consider him lucky." He said.
"We have to be careful." I said.
"I know"
"We have to live." I said.
"I know"
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Teen Fiction"This is my story. The one that broke my heart, pieced it back together, and shattered it once more. But none of that matters anymore. Because my rainy day has turned something sad into something beautiful." Beatrice Summers: she is what you would c...