Murder

Chapter 25- The Letter

Dear Rob,

Well, this is it. You said you'd always treat me like a sister, so I'm gonna treat you like a brother. I know I'd do the same for Russ. You might be wondering, what it is I've done. Well, I've given you my heart. I can't stand to live, if you die. You may be wondering why I did. You were low on the transplant list. You had two hours, and no other chance of getting a heart. I didn't want to see you die. I couldn't live in a world where the two people I cared about had been ripped away from me. Besides, it was my fault you got shot. I kept trying to solve my brother's case. Which I did, by the way. It was my dad. Can you turn him in for me? I have all the evidence written in the notebook in my book bag. I was on my way to the police station to tell them, when Darrel called me and said you didn't have much time left. On my way over to see you, I made my decision. Don't be mad at anybody because of this, it wasn't their fault. I didn't let anybody talk me out of it. I know you're gonna do great, though. You're tough. You can do this. I want you to make the most of your life, follow your dreams.

Please don't worry about me. I don't mind dying. I'll be fine. I'll be with Russ. That's what I've always wanted. I realized that I was never happy unless I was with you or Russ, my two brothers. I just, can't bear being without either of you. But I know that you're gonna be fine. You're gonna do great things with your life, I can feel it. I wouldn't have, anyway. What can I really do? I'm an eighth grade dropout. I've come to terms with it, I don't care anymore. And don't feel bad, just because you lived and I died, I know you will. I don't want you to. I'll always be watching out for you. I'll actually always be right there with you, considering my heart is in you.

When Russ got taken, every day for that entire week I had thought about that I'd do when he gets home. I figured he'd walk through the front door, and I'd hold him tight, and I'd never let him go. I'd start bawling, and I'd tell him how much I had missed him and how worried I was. And he'd tell me to stop crying, because he doesn't like it when I'm sad. He'd tell me that he wished I hadn't worried, because he always said he'll be there for me no matter what, and nobody can separate us.

When I was told he died, a part if my soul died, it really did. He was my everything. I thought I'd never stop crying. I thought I'd never stop feeling the pain I felt in that very moment. And I was half right. I did stop crying, but the pain never stopped. Every day without him hurt. And the pain never stopped, never dulled. I couldn't find a single escape. I'm not sure if I ever told you this, but do you remember the night you rescued me? I had the cuts and the bruises. I'm not sure if I ever told you who did that to me. It was my parents. That's why I had always tried to stay away from home as much as I could. I just figured you'd like to know.

Don't hate me, or anybody else because of this, okay? It was my decision. I wanted to do this, I wanted you to be ok. And I'm sure you will be. I'm sure you and Darrel will. There's a lot to enjoy in life, and I want you to take advantage of it. I want you to stop worrying so much about school and work, take a personal day every now and then and enjoy life. That's something I could never do. I want you to do that for me, ok? Do the things I could never do. I love you, with all my -well, now your- heart. I always will.

Get well soon, I'll be watching.

Love,

Gab