Brave Soul
Creek...
Creeeek...
Creeeeek...
Walking quietly on these ancient floors is going to be difficult, there as old as my dead great grandmother. I have to be careful. I can’t wake my mum up. She’ll want to know what I’m doing up here in the attic. Telling her why I’m up here is out of the picture, she’ll get upset if I bring him up.
Crawling and weaving through the old boxes as if it were a maze. I look up in disbelief, I finally found it. I picked it up and took it to my room quickly and quietly. Closing the door behind me, I make my way to my desk. Sitting on my chair and opening the lid. I open my eyes in confusion, letters and more letters mounted on top of each other, addressed to... me. Am I seeing things? He’s never written a letter to me and I’ve certainly never opened any of these. Placing my hand inside, I pull out handfuls and handfuls of letters. Laying the letters on the desk, I toss the box on the ground and pick up one of the letters.
Dear Son,
You have given me the cold shoulder, but why?
Why are you avoiding me?
Why don’t you reply?
I need you to understand that this is tradition in the Kevelson family. The first born son must go to war, become a man and fight for our country. I promised my father; your grandfather, that I would do this, to carry on the Kevelson tradition through generations and your time will come my son, and you must be ready . You must carry on the tradition to your son and your grandson and so on.
I know you are angry, but please son, forgive me.
I will be back soon.
Love from,
Your father
Tears strolled down my face as I read the letter. I skimmed through the other letters and they were pretty much the same.
Anger. I was filled with anger. I threw everything on the floor, stood up and marched to my shower. I stripped of my clothes and jumped in, turning up the heat to the highest and laying my forehead on the wall, I punched the wall again and again. My hand cried in pain and blood. The water washed the blood of my hands and relaxed my muscles. I dried myself off, checking the time, 23:40. Throwing myself on my bed, I yawned and drifted off to sleep.
