Dear Jack,
He told me to start writing to the people I love/hate.
Honestly, I don't know what category you're under. I'm dying inside, because today I saw you with him. You weren't smiling. Why weren't you smiling?
You showed up to class with a bruise on your cheek. Why can't you stand up to your dad?
Some guy asked for my number, but you know that the last time we fought I threw that son of a bitch at the wall. It shattered to pieces. I remember how scared you were, because that could have hit you.
I would never hurt you Jack, you were the reason why I woke up every morning. I can't say the same for you. I'd like to think that the reason you wake up is to see me in pain as I trudge through the hallways.
You always walk like you have somewhere to be. Oh god Jack, why can't you take me with you. Why can't you come back to me. I miss you. Do you hear me? God, why won't you talk to me. Please talk to me.
