Losing A Friend

LETTER 7

He woke up groggy and uncomfortable. He lifted his head up from the table and looked at the mess from the last couple nights drunken state. He yawned and stood up. He went to his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so much older. His eyes had bags, his face showed some wrinkles and he hadn't shaven or washed his hair. He shook his head.

After shaving and taking a brisk shower, he went back to his table. He ignored the broken glass and empty bottles and stared at the letter half way sticking out the seventh envelope.

He must've fallen asleep before reading it. He hesitated, would this letter make him angry like the last? Would he feel so much guilt, like he has these last couple of weeks?

He shook his hand in anxiousness. He wanted to read what she was dealing with, but he was scared. The last letter sent him into a black hole of drunkenness and he could barely remember what he had done. At one point he remembers driving to her parents house. He was certain he was yelled at by some neighbors.

He rubbed his face with both his hands and blinked rapidly before leaning his hand towards the letter.

Beloved,

After awhile, I started waking up sick. You probably don't want to hear about a woman's reproductive system, but today you will.

I started to get weird symptoms, I assumed I was getting pms symptoms. Fatigue, cravings, bloated, tender breasts.

I ignored them the best I could. Assuming that I'd be getting my period soon. I didn't think anything of it. He occasionally bought me whatever I needed.

He also thought it was the normal symptoms of a period. He didn't question the new symptoms I had never shown before. Now I wonder why I didn't either.

Maybe I thought that my body was under so much stress from him. Stress can change ones period and symptoms.

But two weeks went by and no period showed up. That's when the worrying began. I remember being scared. No, I couldn't.

I couldn't be. I shouldn't be.

Not now. Not with him.

"Not with him" I remember begging God.

I have never begged to God, but that day when I was hit with realization of what I could be dealing with, I begged Him and cried.

You know out of everyone in my family and friends that I wasn't religious at all. The dread I was feeling was overwhelming.

I remember crying so much.

With much love.

He was shocked at what he was reading. He knew where this was going, and this only cause him more pain and guilt. The only way he could confirm would be to read the next letter. He felt sick. She wouldn't have done it if she was. No.

He placed the letter down. And decided today wasn't going to end in a drunken night. He had to stay sober. He needed to read the next letter with a clear head. He needed to know the truth.

He needed to know.