Letters To The Sky

Dear Sky, Clouds and endless horizons,

Welp, my life sucks. I don't even know why I exist.
Oh, and my name is Rich, if you didn't know. You probably wonder why I'm writing to you.
Well, I'm not writing to a diary, that's what wimps do. And my friends don't actually care that much about me, so...

Hello Sky! I bet life is a lot better looking from up there. In fact, you probably already know who I am.
You probably wonder why I even attempted in the first place, but nevermind.

To sum up my life: I told Jeremy about SQUIPs and burnt down a house and then the whole school was nearly destroyed.

And now everyone probably hates me.

Yay life.

Sincerely, Rich.

I sighed, looking down at the letter I had just written. Then I carefully folded it and slid it inside a large empty box, then replaced the lid. I had a feeling that wouldn't be the only time I'd write a letter like that.

And it wasn't.

Bit by bit, the collection grew until I had multiple boxes of letters, all addressed to the Sky.

And then, one day, they got discovered.

On this particular day, I'd written my usual one letter and was sitting on the floor of the attic.

After a couple of moments, I got up from where I had been sitting on the floor and looked around. My "friends" were supposed to be getting here soon. I forced myself to walk downstairs and into the lounge, where I promptly sat down again.

I traced one of the burn scars on my arm with a finger. What if it had worked... would they have been happier if it did?

Then I flipped over my arm and traced the scars on my wrist. If it had worked the second time, would they have been happier?

I put my hand to my throat, remembering the feel of the rope as I had attempted the final time. The third time? Would they have cried? Or would they have rejoiced?

A knocking sound echoed out, forcing me out of my thoughts. I quickly got up, threw on a jacket and opened the door to reveal Jake, Jeremy and Michael.

"Chloe and Jenna were too busy shopping for clothes to come, Christine had some play to do and Brooke... well, who knows with Brooke," rattled off Jake.

I faked a smile. "Hey, it's cool. At least you guys made it." I waved them inside.

"So, what're we gonna do?" I asked, trying to break the somewhat awkward tension that had fallen. Yeah, they would prefer it if you were dead.

"Did Not think of that one..." Michael glanced around awkwardly.

"I suggest Paranoia. Or me and Michael making out somewhere in your house."

"I like option two!" Michael grabbed Jeremy's arm and dragged him away.

More proof that they hate me. Oh, and I guess the gods hate me too. Just had to leave me alone with Jake, my crush, of all people.

"So..." Jake rubbed the back of his neck with a hand awkwardly.

"We should head upstairs," I suggested. "It's newly painted up there, plus there's snacks and stuff." What I failed to add was that it was air conditioned up there, and no way was I taking off this jacket.

Jake wasn't seeing my scars. No one was.

We went upstairs, and that was when I realised I needed the bathroom.