Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

Letters Never to be Sent: Isaac Lee Gangion

Coffee.

I'd never truly  liked it. Yes, I know how strange it is, but it was never my favourite.  Yet as the six of us sat around the table I somehow found myself slowly  sipping the hot drink. Don't get me wrong, I still disliked the taste,  the coffee just seemed to wake me up.

And if I was going to make it out of her alive, I needed to be wide awake.

Everyone else  though was exhausted. Most weren't even eating, and were just moving the  eggs and bacon around on their plates. I suppose after the things  they'd seen they weren't hungry. I wasn't surprised, for the six of us  have seen more pain and death in one night than some others had in a  lifetime.

Though I  struggled to remember the names, after the memorial all of the faces are  stuck in my mind. It hurt to think about them, but I did anyway. There  was nothing else to think about, really.

At least, not  until Samuel started writing. Though I could read what he was writing,  Belle and I instantly lightened up and rooted through our bags for a  remaining scrap of paper. Somehow I managed to find a almost full piece,  and took a deep breath, putting my pen to the paper and letting the  words just flow out.

And for a moment, things actually felt like they did back at home, where there was no chance of my death.

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Dear Alexa,

I know you'll  probably never see this. It defies everything I've known for the past  few hours. Yet, as I sit here not sure what to think I have to write  this anyway, partially because of the shred of hope I have that you'll  ever see this and partially because writing this is the only thing  keeping me from going insane over the possibility of my imminent death.

And yes, you read that correctly. By the time you read this, there's a chance I might be dead.

You know the  dinner party I went to for the job offer? Well, it kind of was all a  scam. Twenty of us showed up, and fourteen are dead. Murdered in front  of my very eyes.

And I was just sitting there helpless...

Anyway, I  probably won't make it out. It's that simple. And if that does happen, I  want you to know what an amazing sister you are.

Yes, I know this  sounds cliche, and I remember how you hate cliches but it's true. In  fact, if I had to paint this thing in some cliche coloured paint to get  my point across I would.

I know how  devastated you would be if anything happened to me. I remember what  happened when Dad died, and I was shot. If you want to do one thing for  me, just please don't do that again. Louis and Gracie would be  completely lost without you, not to mention that Jason would be a wreck.  You have to hold it together, for me.

Now, let's put  things on a lighter note, shall we? Our birthday's coming up soon, and  on the off chance that I'm still around I swear those new paints you  wanted will be yours. Of course, that means I'm expecting the best  camera you can get your hands on, but right now that doesn't matter.

Because of course, you are always first aren't you? ;)

To be honest,  that above was just a trivial attempt of trying to make myself feel less  terrified, and it didn't work. If anything, I feel worse.

Of course, I don't matter right now. You'll probably never read this anyway, so I can goof off in this one letter, right?

No? Okay...

Anyway, I have one more thing to tell you. Dad's killer was here.

I know, calling  him a killer is trivial since his actual "cause of death" was being hit  by the truck, but that's not my point. My point is that he's gone. I  don't know how you'll feel about this, but no matter. I had to tell you.

I can't imagine  life without you Lexa. We've always been together, you and I. Remember?  The hockey games for the school team that I could never make it on, the  walks through the woods with nothing but your sketchbook and my camera.  All those amazing memories are things to hold on to.

And if we never see each other again, you sure as hell not let those memories go.

Because they're all we have, and if you try to forget I will too, wherever I happen to end up.

So promise me this Alexa. Promise you won't give up.

Because you, Alexa Jacquard, are the most amazing woman I know, and I'm proud to call myself your brother.

Sincerely, Isaac

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After folding up  the letter and placing it in my pocket, I suddenly felt a whole lot  better. Why, I didn't know. Writing things down always made me feel  better.

Beside me, Belle  had finished her letter and a familiar gaze of happiness met mine. I  smiled back, and for once I actually believed I could make it.

I can't give up. If my sister has taught me anything, it's that love it always worth fighting for.

And right now, I'm ready to fight until it kills me.