letters; grayson dolan

Letter eight

it was getting down to the last few letters and every new day my body began to feel more and more anxious.

the door bell rang as the letter came flying through the door, i slid my way across the floor as i quickly picked up the letter with 8 written on it.

i sighed heavily, allowing myself to release anxiety that was soon going to overtake my mind.

dear Bailey,
   Ethan Dolan. a boy who specifically and utterly changed my life. i don't think i would've made this far if it wasn't for him and his beautiful, obnoxious ways. he was new to the school and i never bothered to make a new friend because well, word would get around eventually and he'd end up hating me, so why try? but he came to me.
   it was one day during lunch, i was sitting alone eating underneath the stair case. i heard laughter trotting my way, i tried my best to hide. but i couldn't. two boys – who looked identical – crossed my way. i stared at them softly as Ethan's eyes came in contact with my own. he gave me a warm smile,
   "hey" he spoke gently, "why are you here all alone?"
   i laughed, "are you messing with me? who sent you here? Tyler? Ellis?"
   confusion ran through his face, "of course not" he extended his hand for me to stand up. i refused at once but then gave in to his glorious remarks.
   "your Amber right?"
   "yes" i tried not to roll my eyes. but i did. they knew me. why else would they know me?
   "i'm Ethan and this is my twin brother, Grayson"

i stared at the letter, trying to contain my sobs from erupting,

"Ethan" i shouted

Ethan came running down the stairs, "look" i said handing him the letter

he looked it over and let out a deep sigh, "I'm guessing it'll be a two part letter because it isn't finished"

"yes" he said stunned

"i'm next Ethan" i lowered my head in guilt; i should've helped her