Fifty Shades of Dove and Grenade

The Box Of Writing

A week later, I awaken to the sound of my doorbell ringing. I trudge, tired and depressed, out of bed and towards the front door.
Opening it, I'm greeted by a package with a letter taped on that says:
Dear Matthew,
I'm sorry for beating you up at the hospital. I know you're sad for my sister's death, too. So, I hope this makes up for it. She would've wanted you to see these.
-Kyle
PS: You're a great dad. My sister's child is so lucky to have you as a father.
Touched, I carry the box inside, my heart heavy. I set it on the kitchen table, and grab some scissors to cut the tape concealing the secret items inside.
I stare at the contents of letters and journals in a curious manner. I open a journal with the date 2014 forged on the front.
I flip open to a random page reading:
March 4, 2014:

Today, my sister Allissa, my father, my mother, my brother Kyle, and I were supposed to go see a movie today; however we didn't.
It was 8:00 at night when we started driving, and it was very dark out. We were just cruising along, listening to pop music on the radio. When suddenly, this other driver, possibly drunk, was driving the reverse direction, and hit the front of our car with the speed of 95 MPH. The wreck less driver's behavior cost the lives of my dad and my sister. Kyle received a broken arm. My mom and I escaped unharmed, but ever since our family was never the same.
I stare sadly at her best handwriting displaying a tragedy that forever changed her life. I pick up a crayon drawing of two little girls flying kites together on a sunny day. Happy birthday, Kate! Love, your favorite and only sister, Allissa is written with multiple misspelled words and sloppy, purple handwriting.
I pick up a picture of Jordan kissing Kate's stomach when it contained his child with a note attached to it. Jordan was hugging her sides as if he'd never meet the infant inside her. For a moment, I think of how much I've matured after learning the truth.
I pry the note off the picture.
Dear Allissa,
I hope heaven is treating you well, and I hope dad is there and safe as well.
In the meantime, I have to tell you this.
I'm pregnant, and you won't believe who the father is!
Remember that band Hollywood Undead, and the guy Charlie Scene? You know, the guy who always sang about is dick?
Yeah! That's him!
And let me just say that the verses about it were right. It really hurt to have that thing inside me, not to mention that he was really touchy-feely the whole time. I was apparently moaning too loudly ,so he kissed me to muffle my moans of pain and happiness.
Of course, his child was made on accident, and we told Da Kurlzz, the band's drummer, that it was his. I feel bad for lying to him, but it's for Charlie Scene's safety.
Remember that promise we made when we were kids; that one where if you had a daughter you'd name her Kate, and I'd name mine Allissa?
It's a shame you couldn't partake in it, but I promise that if Charlie's child is a girl, I'll give her your beautiful name. I'm honestly excited yet scared to be a mother. I've considered getting an abortion a few weeks ago, but I honestly love the child growing inside me. Therefore, I'm keeping it.
I wish you could've met Jordan (Charlie Scene's real name) ; he's a nice guy and funny, too. I know that HU was your favorite band, and I feel bad that I got to meet them and you didn't. You were more deserving.
However, when they reach heaven, I hope you'll meet them.
-Kate
There were infinite notes afterwards written addressed to her sister. I dug through her memories etched in her handwriting. Suddenly, I came across a book with a picture of her and I kissing on the cover.
Curious, I flip open the leather book, and find photographs of us together at various events such as the concert when I found out about Allissa, or when her and I were slow dancing at one of Funny Man's house parties, obviously drunk. There was a photo of her, Alexander, and I. There's even some writing next to it.
My beautiful son, it's a shame that won't get to watch you grow up, let alone meet you, but your father is a kind man who'll take good care of you. Have a great life and God bless you!
-Mommy
Tears weld up in my eyes reading this. She must've written it when I wasn't looking. I guess she knew that she was gonna die, so she wrote it then.
I focus on the picture of me, my facial expression radiating fake happiness to mask worry. I'm squeezing Kate's hand tightly. Her other hand strokes Alex's soft, silky skin.
The memory replays in my brain like a broken record, I start crying overwhelmed by this loss. I miss her so much!
Suddenly, Phil's words: Which flowers do you pick in the garden? The prettiest ones. ring throughout my head.

Followed by Aron's words: Instead of crying about your life being over, I'm gonna smile because it happened.
Those words hit me like I just got run over by a herd of steamrollers. The words patch my empty holes, flowing through my skin.
Phil and Aron possess wise advice, and I think I'm gonna take them up on it.
I smile thinking about Kate and all the time I spent with her.
"Thank you for the memories, Kate." I smile at the sky, optimism sparkling in my blue eyes "Now, I'm gonna give our son the best life ever; just like you want. I'll meet you in heaven when the time comes. I love you."
And with that, I went to Allissa's old nursery to wake Alexander.