I'm sorry I pushed you, that I told Andrew when you told me not to. But I just cant keep things from him, and he knows it. I tried to keep mine from.him and he pushed me to tell him. He wants us to get better, you know that. I know that. He knows that.
Andrew's disappointed with us, mostly me, because I promised him that I'd stop. I promised to God that I'd stop for him, and I haven't. Not yet, anyway. He's disappointed with you because you weren't the one to tell him.
Dyalan loves you. Andrew and I love you. You need to tell us when you want to cut, so we can help you. So we can help you not look at the blade and think that you need to end your life for us to be happy, because you dont. Andrew and I have lost parents. Him his Dad, and me my Mom. Dyalan and you still have them but they're awful. All four of us have some shit that has gone down with our parents.
Alanna, please. Be the one to tell Andrew next time, not me. He'd be less disappointed if you told him instead of me. He wouldnt be angry, he'd just be upset.
You promised Dyalan you'd stop for him. You told Andrew that you'd stop for him and I. Please. We love you, just stop for us. We'll help you stop...at any cost.
We promise you. We promise eachother.
Dont worry about us, just dont. We'll be fine, and we'll talk. Whenever you want to talk to one of us, just do it. We'll be there to answer, sometimes we'll give the same answer. That's the moment you should know that we're right.
Not like we're always right, but you should trust us when we give you an answer. And when we talk to you, you should give us and answer. We'll need it, want it. Always.
Always. A promise. A promise to always listen, always care. To always be there when you need us. Andrew may be homeschooled and traveling with his Dad, but he's still one text away no matter what.
Dyalan is your boyfriend, and you may only see him when you're at your Aunt's house, but he loves you. He's a text and call away. He'll answer in an instant if you call or text him.
So will I. You told me that you loved me. That you would make it to 18, so I would have a reason. Because I said that if Andrew wasn't there, I wouldnt have one. Now I do. You two are my reasons to live. And nothing can take that away but you two yourselves.
And you know that you wouldnt want to take someone else away from me so soon.
Love,
Ryleigh
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Written For My Friends
RandomLetters to my friends I'll be writing when I'm down. Wrote the first one when he decided he wanted to travel with his Dad and become homeschooled. I love him, and I always will. The rest are written whenever I feel like I need to write it down.
