Dear Meggie

November 26th, 2012

November 26th, 2012

 

Dear Meggie,

Today at school, you pretty much were with Will every chance you had. During lunch. In the morning. After school. I decided not to hang around you that much anymore.

But when I got home, I was just so sick of being ignored. I cut again. I tried not to do it too deep, because I guess I should just be used to it by now. Being so ignored by everyone all the time.

The pretty white skin broke at the touch of the silver. Scarlet poured onto my floor. I let it. I cleaned it up quickly, for if my mother had seen what I’d done, she’d probably yell at me for possibly staining the wooden floor.

You called me just then, and told me, “Sarah said she was gonna come over for a while. Do you wanna come too?”

“No,” I said, “It’s fine.”

My sister came home as I hung up the phone. She squealed in delight as she tossed me a piece of paper. I read that she had gotten accepted into Northwestern University.

“Congratulations,” I said to her.

“Thanks, twerp,” she said, and waltzed up the stairs, kissing her letter, and shutting the door to her room after she had crossed the threshold.

She and mother went out to celebrate, leaving me home alone. I crashed onto my bed, and thought about things. I thought about Will. You. Sarah. What I was going to do with my life. And death.

Meggie, would you care if I was dead?
Sincerely,

Harriett