Mr Sheehan,
I've been thinking a lot these past five days, and I've realised that nothing really matters. From the moment I was born, I started to die. I'm still dying now. The Earth is what? About 4.6 billion years old, and how long am I going to live? Probably a maximum of 100 years. So why is life worth the bother? But then I realised we were given life to make it better for others, make new laws to help the next generation of people, and the next, and the next. I haven't done anything to help yet. I still have time. You've used all your time up. But you've already helped in a way. So yes Mr Sheehan, I thought I'd give you something to think about this time, maybe if you'd thought about this before, you wouldn't have thrown away the life you had left over one stupid thing. Now, let me continue my story.
So we'd moved in with Jack, and so far everything was running smoothly. There was no sign of Dylan, Jack was being helpful, altogether we were quite a happy family. Billy was doing well, he'd said his first word on the car journey to Jack's flat. Move. That was it. He'd been humming along to your song, and he said move. That came in handy during the next months. Anyway, the day after we moved in, I was having a lazy afternoon, watching movies and slouching on the sofa. Jack and Billy had gone shopping, but Jack had insisted I stay at home. Partly because he was being nice, partly because I wasn't feeling to well. Hearing a knock on the door again, I thought it could be one of two people. Last time this had happened, I thought it'd been Jack, but it turned out to be Dylan. So this time, I was more cautious. I looked out of the window before opening the door. To my relief, it was Jack.
I flung the door open and wrapped my arms around him, before realising something was wrong.
"Where's Billy?" I asked, looking at him with worried eyes. He stared blankly back at me.
"At the hospital. You need to come quickly Anna. He needs you."
The next few minuets were a blur, and I'm still not too sure how Jack managed to get me to Billy. All I know is when I saw his small body curled up on the hospital bed, it was obvious something was dangerously wrong with him, and I knew I wasn't going to leave his side until it was sorted. And I didn't. It wasn't as serious as I'd first thought. He just had a very high temperature, so they wanted to keep him in a few days until it went down. Jack didn't leave during those few days either, which was the final proof I needed to tell me he really did care for us. That's when my mind was made up. I wasn't going to leave Jack. I could feel my feelings towards Dylan lessen the more time I spent away from him, so maybe it wasn't love I'd felt for him at all.
As soon as Billy was allowed to leave the hospital, we headed back to Jack's. Well I suppose the house belonged to all of us now. I turned to face Jack as he drove us home, and it was the first time I ever told him I loved him. He was shocked for a while, but I still remember the huge grin that settled on his face as he said it back. I wish life never had to change
Just a short letter today Mr Sheehan. I'm quite busy at the moment. Nothing you need to worry about. I'm sure you have enough on your mind. Just think about what I said at the beginning. Maybe you are still helping someone. You're still helping me. Who else would want to listen to my pathetic story? Not that you have much choice. I bet you don't get that much mail. So yes, I'll write again soon.
From
Anna
