dear mom,
it didn't work.
i'm not even dead.
but i swear i jumped,
i swear i let go of the window.
then why am i still alive?
this is funny though,
wouldn't it be just a coincidence,
if i'm in the hospital,
in the same room,
where before when jack pushed me,
and i fell,
that i would be in the same room again?
mommy,
i would love to see,
but my eyes don't want to work on me at the moment.
probably some sort of medicine or something that the doctors put on me.
most likely.
love,
ann
a thought in her head.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah
