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Dear,
Tommy Williams
As bad as I want to see you, I can't leave my sister here. I find my self thinking about you and it makes me wonder if you notice my absence. I think not.
The sunlight that hits right at my ankle is warming. My body has stiffen and it's aching from the terrible sleep last night sleep at the hospital. Dad told me that I should go home and get some rest, but why would he tell me that when he abandon my sister and like mom did? Does he feel pity on Caroline who's dying?
If we survived a few years without him and mom what makes him think we need him now?
Those are the time I wanted to call my so long best friends, but I can't because they have forgotten about me the same as I have forgotten about them. I wished I had someone to talk to, someone who will be by my side which is now, someone I can tell them my secret and be able to hold on to them like the stars in the universe. I wished so badly.
I swallow saliva that has been contained in my mouth. I turn to see where dad has gone. He's nowhere in sight. Typical. I knew he wouldn't last that long with us. I don't know why I find my self happy about this.
"Its just you and..." I begun but there was a knock at the door, then it opened revealing Dad with a tray with food. "Me," I thought in disappointment.
"Sandwiches anyone?" He said as he looked at me. I pushed my self off the chair and walk towards him. I grabbed the sandwich and took a small bite from it.
Caroline never woke up. The machines that's has become some part of her, fills in the silence in the room. She won't wake up.
I head home, the house is deadly silent. The creeks of the wooden floor makes me slightly annoyed. I go to my room to change into my plaid pajama pants and a black tank top, I then go down and get a bowl from the cabinet above the microwave and place it on the marvel counter top, I then open the refrigerator revealing not much food, I have to slouch and reach to get the milk. I pour some in the bowl and place it back inside the refrigerator. And then pour some chocolate rice crispy cereal. I grab a silver spoon then walk to the living room, where once Caroline and I would sit and with the Marathon to Courage the Cowardly dog.
Yours truly,
Sky✉
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