For You.

Prolouge

     I don't want to get out of bed. I haven't wanted to get out of bed for a while now. It hurts, i'm hurt and I can't talk about it. Therefore, no one knows how i'm really feeling. I have friends, they think i'm fine. I had family too. I'm cut out of my thoughts by a doorbell going off, my doorbell. I get up throw on my robe and slip my slippers on. I make my way downstairs and open up the door, no one is there, except for a letter. I reach down and grab the letter, flipping it over to see who sent it, no return address. 

I sit on my bed again. My only friend for the past two weeks. I start to think about them. Him. Her. Us. I feel tear drops start to form in my eyes, i try to blink them away. Even though i'm alone, i still don't want to cry again. I pick up the letter, not knowing what else to do, and again i start to hurt all over again.