Delilah- 7 August 2018
I can't talk for long and I hope you can understand. I just need you to listen, I don't know how quickly this letter will get to you but this is the only contact I have with you, as we never exchanged phone numbers or social medias but we shared our address for whatever reason. But that's beside the point, you see, weird things have been happening in Litchfield recently. Yeah, the small town where nothing ever happens, the town where everyone knows everyone and even their extended family, the same Litchfield you moved away from just a few days ago. Weird, right? How this all started after you left, Lila.
I remember how you said you have the mystical powers, how could I forget a statement like that anyways. You said you could transform things, shape reality even, but you never showed mean and we joked about how you're some sort of vigilante keeping everyone in line. Is this you Delilah, are you doing this wicked thing to keep us in line while you're away? People are dead now, Lila. Our old math teacher, Miss Nedson; the good man who runs Bantam market; the friendly girl down the street, Violet Elise, I believe; even your old neighbor, Jack Quinton. hey're all dead, Delilah. You have to listen, you can't run from this problems like you have with your previous ones. This is real, this is so real and it's affecting everyone.
Please, Delilah, please.
Hope Everson
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General FictionNot much happens in the small town of Litchfield, Connecticut; or at least not until recently. Strange occurrences seem to be happening to Hope Everson more and more often. Delilah Sterling, her best friend has moved away and hasn't been in contact...
