Your new headboard arrived today, sister.
It was placed at the top of your bed.
It had your name beautifully engraved in it.
I chose the font even though I didn't want to.
I know you don't like your new bed, sister, it's too skinny and plain in your opinion, I know.
I tried decorating it with flowers, but they died.
Also, you're the talk of the school sister; it's as if you are still as popular as you were in 2nd year.
Many people came down to see your magnificent headboard.
I personal don't like it if I'm honest sister.
Brother tried to kick his ball against it but I gave out to him because it was yours and I knew if you were here you would too.
I saw you yesterday sister. You were standing at your locker as per usual with your friends. I said to Lilly, you know the girl I'm getting friendly with, to look at how happy you are but she said she couldn't see you.
Mam and Dad are making me go see this person to talk about you. I think that's rather rude- talking behind your back.
Well, sister, I better get going. I've got to go home. Back to the place I hate. I need you here to help lighten the mood. Mam and Dad are as cross as ever. They're acting all weird.
The other day I told Mam that the flowers on your bed died and she quietly whispered under her breath
"Just like your sister did".
I asked her what she meant, you're not dead at all. You're alive. I saw you.
She just shook her head sadly.
I don't understand her.
Anyways sister, I will visit tomorrow at the usual time. I will bring your favourite book. I know you hate being in this bed, alongside strangers. I will get you out soon, I promise.
Bye sister.
I love you sister.
I will save you sister.
Stay safe sister.
Bye sister.
I love you sister.
Stay safe sister.
