Dear Harry,
You're something else. Something good I think. I'm not used to the thought of someone like you. Even if you aren't real and these letters are just a dream, strangely enough I'm okay with that. I wish I could have met you a long time ago, walking along the street or at the bookstore on 47th. But I doubt you'd want that once you saw the real me. And my scars? You want to know about those...well I'll tell you some of them are simply white lines forever imprinted on my skin, others are a bit darker and a crimson red color. As you might have guessed I'm talking about old scars and new ones. These wounds are a reminder of how I felt. I feel emotionless most times, it's the only way I can actually feel anything anymore. The physical pain for some reason takes away the mental pain. It's been my only therapy for years....I'm sorry you must think I'm a total freak now. If I haven't scared you off yet I think you could earn my trust. Honestly I think you may have already started. I don't talk to many people I guess, anybody who even expresses and interest in me amazes me because...well, I'm just me.
Sincerely (just)
-me
YOU ARE READING
Keep Breathing
FanfictionI fell in love with a boy who had millions of hearts at his disposal. He chose the broken, bruised and stitched up heart I called my own. He tried his best to mend all my broken parts together, to hug me so tight all my broken parts came together ag...
