The Chalkboard // z.m au

Letter 07

Dear Mom:

Mom, soon i’ll be running out of chalk. What am i going to do? I don’t know where to get more, and you are not here to help me. Please come back, i need more chalks, i need you here!

Why are the polar bears more important than me?  Your job’s always been more important than me. You haven’t even replied to ANY of my letters, do i even exist for you?

I need more chalks, i need my mommy here, I need more chalks, i need my mommy here, I need more chalks, i need my mommy here, I need more chalks, I need more chalks, i ne….

My hand ached so much i couldn’t keep writing. I looked up to the chalkboard where i’ve been writing to the love of my life, Zayn, during this months. I can’t describe the sensation i feel when i write to him or about him to my mother. I feel free and trapped at the same time. I coughed… i’ve been sick since my mother left.

I cried holding my aching hand, it was hurt, cold and pale as a corpse. I dropped the unfinished last letter to my mother, looked around and saw all the not sent letters around me. The attic felt colder than ever and the moon shone from the sky through the window giving it a touch of creepyness.

I could see the dust from the chalks floaing in the air while the writing of my beloved Zayn appeared in the board. I stared at it and screamed in horror.

In that moment, i knew i was dead.

Sooooo, this is the last chapter! And we finally got Amy to talk to us not through the letters. It's a shame it didn't last much. Sorry!.

I know this is kind of confusing but you'll understand more in the Epilogue. Hope you like it, and if you do, please comment and vote!

Thanks a lot!.