June 30
dear Em,
i was in a wreck. a car wreck. on the way to work. a car pulled out, right in front of me. they weren't hurt, they told the police that it was there fault.
but i am hurt, broken arm is all. and i have a few bruises but they still have me in the hospital bed.
it smells like lysol and old people.
the curtains are exactly the same as the ones in my parents living room.
ugh. how terribly ugly. I had some paper and and a pencil with me, and i've been sitting here alone. so I decided to write to you Em, how special, right? well it's not. if anyone had been writing to you and didn't tell you where they were, then you would think they were such a nice person.
but
1. this is a hospital room
2. people die here
3. it stinks
4. i'm not a nice person.
Austin knows that i got into the wreck, but he couldn't get off if work. he said he'll stop by my house on the way to his. but honestly i don't feel like seeing anyone right now. not even Austin.
or you. if you came back.
ever.
YOU ARE READING
dear Em
Teen FictionEm is gone. But is being written to. But by who, who is this persons name? Will they be reunited? These are the things we lost.
