Love Worth Dying For

Letters To Brittany.

*Brittany's pov*

The first thought on my mind was 'what kind of sick joke is this?' the second though was 'someone knows I cut' nobody knows I cut, not even Ashley. they also know who I am and where I live, what if they tell everyone? they'll bully me more for it, they'll say I do it for attention. I'm glad I skipped school today, I couldn't face everyone if they found out... I could barely face them now. I walked to the bathroom and looked at my reflection. it was horrible, there was makeup smears down my face, my eyes were red and puffy from crying overnight, the bruises from when my mom beat me were still there, slightly faded, but still there. I turned on the tap to the sink and wet a facecloth and put soap on it, I then began washing my face to take off my smeared makeup. When my makeup was finally washed off, I then looked at the cuts, they were red and puffy as well, there was dried blood on my clothes and on the cuts themselves, I then took the facecloth and washed the blood off the cuts. As I walked out of my bedroom with my shirt pulled up slightly staring at my cuts, when I looked up I screamed! there was a boy standing in my room staring at me with a concerned expression, before I said anything, he said,

"I'm sorry for scaring you, uh- oh- um- Goodbye!" then he ran out leaving me standing there very confused, first thought, who was he, second thought, how did he get in my house?

-the next day-

i have to go to school today, its Tuesday. I got up and ready. When I reached the school, I went straight to my spot, a tree at the back of the school. I climbed up the tree and sat in my usual spot, as I slipped my hand it to the hold in the top of

the branch to grab what I had stored in there on Friday, my hand skimmed a piece of paper. I pulled it put and it read,

'hello beautiful, I noticed you weren't at school yesterday, I missed you. I'm sorry that you don't know me in person, but for now you can call me Drake. I hope you're okay, I also hope its you, Brittany, who finds this, I know that this is your spot and that no one else comes around here, so I thought we could communicate through here, writing letters, I'm not yet ready to give my identity, but I will in due time,until then, call me Drake. - xoxo, Drake..'

I was in shock. I couldn't believe it, it was all to good to be true. Nobody cared for me, nobody knew about me or cared, why was my secret admirer, I mean Drake, different?