Broken Hearted Boy

Chapter 12~The Letter From Her.

Chapter 12~The Letter From Her

        I opened the door and saw that my Mom was standing there with a letter in her hand. I saw that it was in my handwritng and my heart stopped. How'd did she find that? I looked at her and then at the ground. What was I going to tell her? That I was just angry and had to get my anger out? I sighed and looked back at her.

"Jordan, this is for you." she walked towards me and handing me the lettler. Looking up close it wasn't my handwriting, it was a girs. In a neat creative cursive. I looked up at Mom and she patted my shoulder and walked away. Who was this from? I went up to my room and sat down on my bed. I breathed in slowly and opened the letter. I started to read it.

Dear Jordan,

        This is someone that hasn't talked to you in years. I want you to know that I miss you. Hah, funny right? Someone you don't know, yet, missing you. I am trying to think of how to explain to you who I am or where I even started to know you. We went to the same foster home. Don't ask me why I remember you, I just do. You were like my older brother. Always kept me safe and then you left. I hated you for a while, that you left but I realized that it wasn't your fault. They sent you away, the people who took care of us. So I started to hate them, and then I did things that I never thought I would do. Anyway, I am writing to you because I am dying. Yeah, big surprise there. I'll tell you who I am now. Amanda Burnlock. Remember? I'm sure you don't. You were my first hug and the only person I trust. I still do trust you and I need you more then ever. I am in the hospital in town. I am dying, from what? I don't know. If I did, I would tell you. Jordan, I need you right now because more is going on. I am not dying, sorry I was in the middle of writing this yesterday. I have been spoted by police and they think that I helped you kill your real parents, I didn't though and you know that. So please, come help me with my court hearing. Please, Jordan. I need you. You need me. You know it, don't you? You might not admit it but you do. Please. I'm counting on you. Your Mom knows all the details. I had to tell her the truth Jordan. I'm sorry.

~Amanda.

I looked up and my heart felt as if it stopped. I put my hand over my heart and it felt as if it wasn't. Please, something strike me dead. Right now, right here. Please.