I have a pen pal named Sebastian Green. I don't know who he is. We started conversing in fifth grade for one of those school projects and we never stopped. We only talked about meaningless details, never anything personal. I know which cards he was missing from his Pokemon collection, but I have no idea what his home life is like. As far as he knew, I was a stereotypical, well adjusted, teenage girl.
I remind myself that his next letter was on the way. He put time and effort into those letters. I couldn't let it go unread. When I got the letter, I knew he'd be expecting a reply. What would he think if I didn't reply?
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Thirteen Reasons Why I Am Alive
FanfictionThere are thirteen reasons why I'm still alive. If you are reading this, you are one of them. (This is a very very rough outline. I will elaborate on the shorter chapters eventually)
