Chances • Yogscast Book 2 ✔

CH 21 Epilogue - Dear Ellie

                 

CH 21 Epilogue – Dear Ellie

Twelve Years Later

"Miss Littlewood," My Butler knocked on my door. He had a package in his hand which I've been waiting for to arrive ever since.

I smiled and walked up to him, gladly passing the package from his hands to mine. "Thank you, I've been waiting for this to arrive. Thank you." As he nodded his head before leaving, I shut the door slowly.

It was a large old box tightly wrapped with brown tape. As I placed it on my desk, I walked over to the other side of my office suite and began rummaging a pair of scissors to open the box. Once I did, I returned to the box. It felt as if it was staring at me, telling me to open it.

With a deep breath, I began ripping the tape off. Inside were letters and little trinkets of papers.

One of them was a booklet of papers.

It had said on the front: 'Ellie's Song. By Cathy Brindley' As I picked it up in curiosity, I leapt up in surprise to have the box tumble off the side. My little labradoodle (he isn't really little) barked in glee as I shook my head. Sometimes he loved mucking about with my stuff.

Just I was about to pick the letters off the floor, I heard someone call from outside my room.

"Elle? Elle!"

"Yes," I called out to Will. He popped his head into the room.

He spoke, "The car's here to pick you up for the book signing...are you ready?"

"Yeah...I'm..." Eyeing the letter with my name on, I shoved it into my satchel. Clicking my heels, I walked over to the door. "I was just going through some stuff I got in my mail. Ready?"

"Let's go," Will pressed his lips onto my forehead before we headed out from the apartment and into the streets of the city.

After the signing had finished, I decided to go alone for the afternoon. I had persuaded Will to have a boys' night with his friends as I stayed back in the flat. Though before I did, I stopped by the café down by the park.

As the waiter left my table to succeed for my order, I tucked my skirt around and sat with my sleeves rolled up – the letter in my hands.

"Okay...I can do this..." I huffed one more time and used my fingers to pry open the letter address to me.

'23rd February, 2015

Dear Ellie,

I don't really know how to start this. In any words I am never good at writing, which was your best thing to do. Another thing that I never good at is expressing emotions back. Even though I may be crazy, hyper and sarcastic: I was never good at showing how I cared for you, Mum, Dad and the Yogscast. This letter is basically showing you how I really thought and loved you all.

Though if you find this letter, maybe after or years later, it means I never made it. To be honest I really wanted to turn eighteen, and yet maybe here I am: writing to you in the future where I'm probably watching all over you.

I knew that death was near me. Today I just had row over KP, he's one of Andy Lawrence's henchmen sort of person. And yes...our dad was alive. However, he had a problem with his brain ever since the assassination in 2004 happened. His memories were muddled up due to the fact that he thought you killed his wife (or our real mum).

So yeah...that's probably how I died. Hoped I died awesomely protecting you. That would be in my heaven resume when I get there.

Okay...no more joking around...On to what I really wanted to say...

Ellie Brindley, you are a total badass sister. And I am proud to call you my sibling, sister or whatever. I know it was only less than a year that we got to spend time together, but you did soften my heart throughout the way. You are amazingly talented for such a small sister. Big things are waiting for you when you're older.

(P.S: I looked into your diary and found all the writing you've been doing the past months)

You might be small, but you have a lot bravery to stand up against everything to protect who you love and care for. Please don't mourn for me, which will be a waste of time. I want you to still go to school; get good grades that I never got and be an awesome big sister.

If you haven't known already, Mum's pregnant. I found out a few days ago, though I thought that Mum and Dad would probably surprise us with the news.

So yeah...that's all I could ask for from you.

Oh and also...I hope you go on well with the Yogscast. I wish that they still go on as the funniest Youtubers out there without me. Give the letters within this journal (which should have been with this letter) to whoever it says to; I'd like to explain to each and everyone my view.

I'm crying now whilst I'm writing this.

Don't be sad Ellie...I'm always beside you and in your heart. But the only advice to give you finally is to always take the chances you are given. Don't let the chances fade...because they are worth risking for.

Always live your life to the fullest.

And you know me...I always take risks. :)

From,

Cathy.'

I felt my eyes sting in tears of happiness and sadness. As I took a sniff, I heard the waiter ask beside me: "Tu es bien?"

"Oui, je suis bein." I looked up with a faint smile at the woman. "Merci."

It took a while to read it over and over again before I decided to head back to the apartment. But I pondered on all the things Cathy has taught me.

She may have been not the best as a role model.

But she was truthful throughout her life; something I could look up to.

But now I have the final part of the story.

And It's about a girl.

And how she took as many chances in her life to live the fullest.

That book was called Chances.

The End