Letters to Chase

Letter 8

Dear Chase,
Holding on is becoming a difficult task. Everything I look at reminds me of you. I see your face, I hear your voice but it's just an illusion. It distracts me from reality which I don't actually mind buts it's torture knowing it won't be reality.

Kids at school are getting more cruel. They see weakness and they pounce and make you the victim, you're their prey. It's not fair but when I think about it neither is my life. If it was I would be in your arms, where I'm safe from harm.

My parents still don't even care about me, like everybody else in my miserable life. They tell me I'm stupid, overdramatic and worthless. Why does this happen to me? What did I ever do to be dealt this unlucky cards. How do I make it out of this mess alive?

I miss you...
Yours forever
Anna xx