24/12/2016
Dear Jonah
Today was the day I stayed up with you until 3AM singing to songs I can't sing now. We were young and I kept telling myself I didn't love you. On this night I sang 'I'm gonna be (500 miles)' on my piano app downloaded onto my laptop. I had been teaching myself how to work the keyboard and find the right chords for me to sing along to. This was the first song I learnt. It was 12:15 AM and everyone but myself was asleep.
See, what you didn't know is, that night, I wasn't in my "normal" home. My father came home drunk as usual and my mom was in hospital waiting for the hospital to put her in the line for a kidney transplant. We couldn't afford to get her into a private hospital.
So I was alone basically. My sister was in the warmth of her boyfriends home, receiving the comfort I wanted from you.
My Dad came home to me putting up the last little decorations on the Christmas tree. With me already upset that we couldn't have a proper Christmas due to money issues, he proceeded to tell me that I was "wasting my time." That "Christmas is barely Christmas this year, go to bed." I had to deal with the misery of that too.
Of course, I found comfort in you, but I never told you what was wrong, I didn't want to bother you and I definitely didn't want to chase you away, so with that, I sent you my music, and in return, you sent me yours. I could hear your fingers plucking the guitar strings playing the beautiful tune of Metallica. I hadn't really listened to much of that bands music, but my mother and father did play a few songs of theirs when I was younger to which I recognized in your strumming. The song ended and you said, "nothing else matters."
Ever since, that is my favourite Metallica song.
You sang another song as well, One Direction I think it was?
Either way, I repeated the song in my head day by day, each time thinking of you.
Dear Jonah
I can play sonatas now.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jonah.
Teen Fiction"Dear Jonah. Here's a book about all of you I never said. All of me I never told you. And all of us that never was. As I lay in my bed at the hospital I send you the letters I wrote to you. Dear Jonah. Here's your book." An old woman on the verge...
