Chapter Eight - A letter to 'somebody'My heart was beating wildly in my chest, my head was nearly spinning as I raked my eyes over the sheet of paper in my hands over and over and over again, my mind screaming.
This can't be happening...
All the things I wrote in those letters...I was so completely and utterly embarrassed!
Who was this 'person who cared'? How did they suddenly stumble upon my letters? And at an abandoned house no less!
Was this human a thief? Was a thief reading my private letters? But then again, I wasn't sure a thief would take the time to read old letters, let alone respond. I mean, that just sounds strange.I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache coming on. I smacked the letter down next to me, the sound muffled by the carpet underneath, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips.
Stupid, stupid, stupid...
For a moment I thought of ripping the letter apart and never writing one again. I mean, this was invading my privacy, big time. I felt like someone had just read my diary and now knew everything about me. Which was exactly what this was.
All my dark secrets, thoughts, emotions, all the things I wrote about my family--my real family--along with the one I had to live with now, and all the things I obviously wrote, so I didn't have to bare my soul to anybody, so I didn't have to burden anybody with my feelings and now a stranger knew all these things about me--my whole being-- and I didn't even know this person's name.I felt lightheaded and squeezed my eyes shut for a long moment, thinking of my next move.
I had often wished I would receive a letter back from my 'Nobody', I had often wondered how wonderful it would be to converse with someone... Alive, who could share their own thoughts and moments of their life, but this was obviously different. This was highly uncomfortable and positively unexpected, and absolutely nerve wracking. I wasn't even sure what to feel.
Would this 'Somebody' have shared my letters with anyone, or have told anyone and made fun of me? Will they spread my words, so the whole town will talk and laugh? Or worse, if Vivian got wind of what happened, of what I had been doing for such a long time... and Lara too, she would surely have a field day.
There were so many 'What if's' that I couldn't answer, but in a swift motion I stood, determined to find these answers.I swung myself onto my chair at my desk and pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen, and began to write:
Dear... Somebody?
It felt so strange to be addressing anybody but my familiar 'Nobody' that I had to re-read the first few words a couple times to remind myself that this was actually happening. And it felt a little awkward not knowing this person's name and just using 'Somebody'.
My hands shook slightly as I continued.Dear... Somebody?
I must admit that I was quite... surprised, to receive your letter. I never imagined anybody would ever give notice to them. Much less read them, and if I'm being honest I feel very much invaded of my privacy. I am to blame, since an abandoned house isn't exactly a 'private' or a 'hidden' location for letters not ever meant to be read.
Either way, here I am feeling very much like the whole world will now know who Genesis Lorelei Shaw is, yet I know nothing of you.
What is your name? And why did you feel the need to write to me, besides the fact that you assumed I was desperately lonely?
-Genesis
P.S. Please, if you haven't already, don't let anyone else read my letters.
I huge puff of air left my lungs as I set my pen down and read over my words, feeling really uncertain about this whole thing.
Maybe it's better if I just ignore their letter altogether. I reasoned.
No. I have to know who read my letters.
I have to.
I dug around my desk drawer for an envelope, my mind set.
What was I doing?
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The truth is, you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
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Authors note:
Hey Watty's! Some of you have been asking for updates, and I FINALLY found the time and energy to finish this chapter for you. I'm so sorry for the tremendously long wait. </3
But things are about to heat up!I hope you liked the chapter!
-Eva
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