The Broken ~ Grayson Dolan / Dolan twins

Chapter Four

Unknown POV:

I immediately started writing a letter to Jess hoping that it would get to her on time. I decided to send something I wrote a while back when I wasn't myself, if she can understand how I feel then I know that I'm not the only one who's broken, I won't be alone.

While I was writing my letter my brother came into the room, he was the complete opposite of me. We were twins yet we were so different in so many ways, we were inseparable for years until my mother passed away. My dad went to the army to help make him forget about her whereas Ethan and I had the house to ourselves.

He was popular, sporty and loved by all teachers whereas I was broken, broken and loved by none. The first time I tried to take my life Ethan called the ambulance and I never forgave him for that, he never understood why I took my life but he never understands anything so what's the point in explaining.

"Yo G my friends are downstairs so dinner is in the microwave." He waved before slamming my door, I haven't eaten in two days but I've been fine.

I decided to ignore him and continued to write my letter ignoring my rumbling stomach. I left the house through the back door making sure I didn't disturb his friends, god knows what they would do to me if I did intrude.

It was nearly 6pm which meant I had five minutes to reach the post office, I had a shortcut, it was an abandoned forest. I found it while I was drinking my sorrows away, each tree there has a carving that I made depending on my mood that day. I drove my motorbike through the streets before going through the forest and reaching the post office. I stuck on a stamp and left.

Hopefully I'll get a reply soon.

Jess's POV:

It had been four days since I sent the letter, a part of me had the tiniest bit of hope hoping that someone would reply, I made sure the address was in America due to the pin code but I didn't know where I sent it.

It was the end of Friday and I went home like I usually do on my motorbike, it was now spring which meant colour would emerge everywhere. I hated that but the weather while riding my motorbike is the best, it's like riding a rollercoaster except that gut feeling never leaves.

Once I reached home I took off my helmet and ran to the mailbox hoping that I had received a letter but was greeted with yet again another disappointment. I sighed to myself as I entered the house with a glummer look than usual, I walked into the kitchen trying to find something to eat when my foster mum came in too.

"Hey honey, there was a letter which was addressed to you by someone called The Broken Boy. Do you know who he is." I turned around almost immediately and smiled when I heard the word broken.

"Yeah, we had this project at school and made fake names for someone. We just need to create letters as evidence for our assignment." I lied right out of my teeth, I was used to lying, lying helps people not learn the truth. Unfortunately for me, I never got the hang of lying until it was too late to fix me.

I grabbed the letter from her hands before thanking her and running up to my dull black room. I ripped open the mail and read the letter only to find a poem of some sort.

Dear Broken Girl,

What does it mean when you think,

Do you have happy thoughts with vivid memories playing in your head

Or do you have bad thoughts, thoughts that you can't control

What if you think too deeply, go so far in that there's no way of escaping

Personally, my memories are never good

When you think too deeply does it feel as if you're living those memories

What if you don't think about the past, what if you think about the future

You hope that everything will be alright

But what if you have no one to look forward to

What if your mind only pictures things in two colours, black and white

What if your mind only sees one colour, mine does...

Black is the colour that describes me, negativity which oozes through my body

I blame myself for feeling this way, but it's not my fault

It's the way my mind works and I can't stop it

With a broken soul the only thing still surviving is your mind

How do you think I still survive

Being broken with no one by my side

It's something that I live with every day

But it's fine, I'm used to it

It's not hard when you're Broken

The Broken Boy

I read the letter nearly ten times before realising that this was real and I wasn't dreaming. How did an essay somehow manage to become so deep and relatable that I can almost imagine myself writing that in my book. What if this kid was just messing around with me, should I believe that he/she wrote this letter?

I decided that it was time for me to reply back.

I'm just shocked that out of billions of people I found someone who felt the same way as me. What was his/her name, where did they live, how do they look like? All these questions were flying around in my brain until I realised I needed to write to them first to answer my questions.

So Broken Boy, where do we begin?

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I just wanted to clarify that all the letters being sent throughout the stories are all written by me, I wanted to write a book that I could relate to in an emotional level rather than just writing something which meant nothing to me.

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