Hidden

The Letter

        The brown, neatly sealed envelope sat unopened on the floor beneath my mail drop off slot in my front door. Red melted wax had pressed the expensive envelope closed, and precise script, clearly practiced over many years, elegantly presented my  name. I squinted skeptically down at it, wondering where on God’s green earth would ever send me such a remarkable letter.

        Gently lifting the letter off the floor, turned it over a few times. Looking for what, I really had no clue. My finger slid up under the wax and pulled it apart, revealing still white paper folded inside.

        “Dear Georgia,” the letter began.

        “I know it must be a shock to hear from me after so many years, but I’ve gotten myself into a predicament that only you can help me solve. Leaving you was one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made, and every day I think of you. If only you missed me too, I would ask a large favor of you.”

        At that moment I felt my finger nails begin to dig into the expensive paper. Oops.

        “Before you pass on this request and throw my letter in the bin, I would like to point out that my situation is how one would say… Life or death. I do not know who has me, nor do I know where I am. At this point, you’re probably then wondering,’How on earth is he writing this letter then?!’ Truth be told, I have no clue. I guess it is their form of my ‘one call home’ before being locked away. Georgia, I know this is a lot to ask, but you’re the only one I can ask.”

        The first page came to an end, but the second page laid hidden behind it. Honestly, I wanted to throw the letter out, and pretend it never came. You can’t feel guilty for denying something you never had knowledge about. But even if I didn’t know what he wanted, I still threw it away. Sometimes I hated being a genuine person.

        The letter was obviously from an ex of years past, one I can say I have never considered looking, talking, or directing my thoughts toward in general. Gregory left me two years ago on his doorstep. ‘Sorry, it’s not you, it’s me.’ He was always out working and was almost never home, but when he was home, it was good. It was so good. His job was too important and I should’ve realized long ago that I would never come first in his world. Anyway, I’ve been single since and it’s probably because of the burning hatred I have for him and the fact that I’m still bitter about it. It’s not a big deal, though.

       I took a sip of my tea and pursed my lips. So do I look? My finger hooked around the first page, ready to pull back. In denial, I quickly grabbed the envelope again to make sure there wasn’t a return address. God damn it.

        Slowly, I pulled the second sheet out in front and set it down on top of the first page. But, ah, yes, my eyes were still closed. I opened my eye just barely enough to see through my lashes, enough to see that there was just one last sentence left to read. One last line.

        I took another sip of tea and closed my eyes back up.

        Gregory, if this is a joke, I will probably hunt you down myself and kill you.

        I opened my eyes and read the last sentence of the letter.

        “Will you take this letter to Sherlock Holmes?”

-Hope you guys enjoyed my first chapter of my first fanfic! I promise the plot will get very twisty and turny and there will be subplots and all those wonderful things, too. If you didn't notice, I have a chapter soundtrack posted from youtube to go along with my chapters. I think it adds a differernt dimension while reading. Totally your call, but just letting you know! I will probably post once or twice a week depending on my school work. Please comment with feedback if you liked it! - Moreiarty

Cover picture is used under a creative commons license with original right to Lauren Mitchell on flickr.