Letters to Life

4

[warning: this does contain something that could be triggering, though it is 4.5 that you may want to avoid if being forced into sexual activities bothers you. 4.5 will also be on private so you will have to follow me to read the chapter.]

letter #4

may 8

a few days ago, i went out as the others suggested i do instead of sit here and loose myself into the hope of grasping onto the miracle of you waking up soon. the girls, your sisters, pleaded that i go out and get my mind off things. i couldnt watch them be in more pain to watch the girl who cared for their elder sister more than she cared about her own self and watch their sibling be in a coma at the same time.

i remember the outfit i wore to the bar that night, the ripped skinny jeans with fish net leggings underneath, the over sized black hoodie that you used to wear during our skype calls and a pair of blood red heels that complimented my outfit.

i remember looking into the mirror in your bedroom, how the background walls were covered in the posters of spiderman and your favorite bands.

i remember feeling so beautiful on the outside, but so broken on the inside as i walked towards the club, showing the guard my ID that symbolised that i was at the legal age to be allowed in.

i remember how the man with the charming smile reminded me of the fool who put you into this state.

i remember how he told me his name, the name you gave me so long ago when he broke your beautiful heart.

 i remember that he said "my name is daniel and i want you tonight."

and i remember waking up and crying because the area between my legs were sore from the sex that i did not want.