Chapter 3
Zander’s POV
I sat with Anna and rocked her back and forth until she fell asleep. I left her on the couch and I grabbed my bike. I rode over to Brooke’s house. I had just talked to Brooke yesterday. We had laughed and joked. As school ended she hugged me and said she would text me later. Why would she die? Anna had told me how she died. We all knew how unhappy she was but I never thought she would go this far. I rang the doorbell and it was opened by Mrs. Mitchell. Mrs. Mitchell was a tall and usually stern faced woman. She was kind enough, but uptight at the same time. Brooke’s father was never around. I was used to seeing Mrs. Mitchell with her stern disapproving look. It was a surprise to see her tear stained face. She was pale and shaky.
“Hello Zander dear,” she greeted me. She opens the door wider and allowed me.
“Hey Mrs. M, how’s it going?” I ask. She shrugs.
“I’m hanging in there,” she sighs. I glanced inside the kitchen and found the red stain on the usually spotless tiles.
“Could I head upstairs?” I ask. Mrs. Mitchell nods and I climb the wooden stairs. I glance into Brooke’s room and find it torn apart. Her desk was turned over papers scatted everywhere. The covers to her bed were thrown on the floor. Her desk chair was upside down, her TV had fallen from its stand. Her clothes were flung out of the dresser drawers and there was broken glass piled in the corner. Her closet was worse. I sighed. Oh Brooke. I left her room and closed the door softly behind me. I hurried down the stairs.
“Mrs. Mitchell I’m so sorry. Brookey was a great girl,” I sigh. Mrs. M nods.
“Oh Zander before you go,” Mrs. M said stopping me from leaving. She handed me a brown leather bound book and a frayed envelope. “She left these for you.” I left and hurried back to my house. I found Ann awake on the couch.
“I was worried,” she told me as I sat down next to her.
“Did Brooke leave you anything?” I ask.
“Yes. A letter and a book.”
“Me too.”
“So you went to Brooke’s?”
“Duh,” I say as I pull the letter out of my bag.
“Wait!” Anna stopped me. “We should see if Eliza and Kara have them too!” So I called the girls and told them to come over. Once Eliza and Kara arrived at my house I led them to the living room. We all sat together.
“It feels so empty without Brooke,” Eliza said softly. Her blonde hair stood on end. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she obviously wasn’t getting much sleep. Kara looked almost the same. We all sat in silence, mourning over our lost friend.
“She wrote letters,” Anna murmured.
“Let’s read them together,” Kara suggested.
“Yeah,” Eliza agreed as she pulled a yellow envelope out of her bag. Kara pulled a green one out of her purse and we all looked at each other.
“On three. One… two… three,” I say as we tear open the letters. I begin reading mine.
Dear Zander,
You understand. You’re not mad at me because you understand. Just remember I love you like a brother. You’ll always be my best guy friend. Remember me. Do me a favor please? Get Anna through it. Tell her I’m sorry.
Love Brooke
“Wow,” I breathed.
YOU ARE READING
The Letters and Journals of Brooke Mitchell
Teen FictionWhat would you do if you walked over to you best friend's house planning to surprise her, and found her dead on her kitchen floor. How would you feel if you knew you were the cause of her death? How would you feel if she wrote you letter and told y...
