a letter came to the house today. my dad carefully took it with a stern look on his face. he practically ran away when i asked him what it was. so, being the reckless person that i am, while he was preparing the table for dinner, i snuck into his room and read the front of the envelope.
it said Jameson. J a m e s o n. which then dawned on me. who was this guy that oh so secretly sent letter to my father and why did his name resemble Jamie?
at the dinner table, i brought this up, hoping maybe he would tell me without me going to his room again to read the letter. but he changed the topic in a swift second as my mother gave him a warning look.
later at night, he saw me in front of his bedroom door and asked me to let it be. LET IT BE?!
i thought i had imagined that guy on the edge of my bed but now i know that whatever inside that letter is, it will prove me wrong.
and i will get the truth. no matter what it takes.
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Memoir Of An Insane
Short StoryKayla is the definition of messed up. After the traumatic events in her life, she is admitted in a mental facility, where she begins writing a diary. There, she writes down her thoughts, emotions and life. ;contains diary entries, texts, events, p...
