After reading the letter again and again. My mind is swirling with questions. Who sent this? What does it mean? Why are they bringing up the past?
The somewhat poem makes a bit of sense. But even though it makes sense, it doesn’t fit. My sister committed suicide. What is this trying to tell me? Who is trying to tell me something? And why are they telling me now?
My sleep was disrupted multiple times through the night, by my own thoughts. Moving here to the city was supposed to help my life. Help me. But it’s just turned out worst. I don’t even know what to think of anything anymore… I feel lonely with no one to talk to about it. No one is here for me to get advice from. It’s me for myself. And I’m finding that the hardest thing right now.
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m all ready for work. Wearing just a leather black skirt, white long-sleeve shirt and my silver locket. I also decided to wear my strap heels today, because my foot is feeling a lot better. But the strap will support me more which is exactly what I need. (Outfit on the side)
I make my way out of my apartment, five minutes earlier than usual. I am surprised to see Drake waiting for the elevator down the hall.
“Morning Drake.” I smile as I walk down to him, lifting my handbag over my shoulder. He turns around quickly and a smile grows across his face, almost like he’s happy to see me.
“Morning Harmony. You look beautiful.” He comments, eying up and down my body making me blush.
“Thanks.” I mumble, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. Trying to hide the red I can feel rising to my cheeks.
We both step into the elevator at the same time when the doors open.
“You’re out early.” I comment, looking over to Drake who is pressing the lobby floor button.
“Had to go to work a bit earlier today. I have heaps of work to do.” He admits, running his hand through his floppy brown hair.
“Sounds fun.” I laugh sarcastically as the doors open, letting us out of the enclosed space.
“Well have a good day!” He says to me before disappearing out of the lobby.
I give him a small wave, slowly making my way out of the lobby as well.
*****
I sit on the metal bench outside of Myer, eating my ham sandwich and letting my eyes scan the letter I received in the mail. I can’t stop reading it, because I feel like I’m missing something. They wouldn’t have just set the letter to tease me, there must be a message behind it. Somewhere.
“What have you got there?” The voice I have been avoiding all day makes me jump.
“Nothing.” I say quickly trying to fold it up, but before I know It Harry’s got it in his hands. Fuck.
“Give it back Harry!” I shout loudly standing from my seat to get it back. The last thing I need is him reading it!
“Harmony, her paint brush is a razor…” He starts reading it out allowed as I try to take it off him. He stops reading out loud when he finally realises what he is reading.
“Give it back now!” I yell at him again, but I can’t manage to get it as he continues to move around reading the poem.
“Harmony what is this?” He asks once he has finished reading and I quickly snatch the letter off him, even though it’s too late. He’s read it now. What the fuck am I supposed to say?
“Nothing.” I say quickly folding it up and shoving it in my handbag which is sitting on the metal bench. I sit down next to it and put my face in my hands, trying my hardest not to break down. I don’t know if I can handle all of this right now. It’s getting too much.
