Chapter 3

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by dolanimg_

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I walked back home in the rain enjoying the feeling of water splashing across my face. It was just like any other day, a depressed soul walking from hell to home or a place which is called death. I've tried to commit suicide twice and both times I survived, all of my cuts are now permanent that people think I tattooed them on me. Lip tattoos, lip piercing and an arm sleeve of tattoos are what give off my personality to others.

People think I drink and do bad shit but that's not the case.

I'm just broken.

I reached my house and decided to check the mail hoping to find some news on my dad, he was in the army and never got a chance to visit unless the war stopped which in our case was never.

I found the mailbox to be empty and just slammed the lid shut only to find a torn wet letter on the floor, I picked it up and read a bunch of scribbly handwriting which I could barely make out. It didn't name any receiver in the mail but it somehow managed to get my address right, being the curious soul that I am I opened the mail.

A piece of burnt torn paper came out with even more scribbly writing.

Dear whoever gets this letter,

My name is not important at this moment, right now what's important is for me to express everything I feel right now so I can at least breath for a few minutes.

My name is Jess and I am broken, you may be wondering what does the word broken mean?

The word broken means that I can never be normal again, I've been through so many experiences that anything bad that happens doesn't affect me. The first time I got a tattoo I was so numb that I got two more because the pain was tolerable.

I have no one to live for, no one to be happy for, I'm all alone.

My parents died in a horrific car accident which I won't go into detail as I don't even know who's receiving this letter.

People at school either give me sympathy or just send me death threats which I happily take as compliments because trust me I've tried to take my own life but it never worked out.

Whoever you are please don't go to anyone once reading this letter, you can reply if you want to. You probably won't but hey at least I wrote down my feelings right.

Anyways I hope your life is better than mine!

From,

The Broken Girl

I read the letter more than once to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I thought I was the only person who felt this way. Having no one, waking up wishing to not be alive.

I need to reply to her now and fast.

I am broken too.

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