Forget Me, I'm Broken

Chapter 8

I stared off into the horizon, watching the beautiful sunrise back into my lame room in the 'hospital for the impaired'. A few minutes of witnessing my last time to see the sun pass over earth.

And to think, with this marvellous set up today, just yesterday I had the fight with Daniel.

I glanced down at my wrists. My all but perfect wrists. Covering every inch with scars. I then did something completely unexpected. I smiled. A nice, genuine smile. A toothy grin with meaning.

Taking a look at the clock I notice a green sticky note stuck to the surface of the nightstand. Carefully pulling it into my grasp, I read the introduction.

Dear Ava White,

I grimaced at the use of my full name. This little note is going to be sentimental and I know it. But I don't want to read it. Not just yet.

Crumpling the note and stuffing it in my pocket I decide on when to read it. Tonight specifically.

Dr. Lindsay walked in announcing breakfast. I happily skipped all the way to the cafeteria, earning strange looks from everyone I pass. I don't care though, it's the last they're going to see of me.

The smell of pancakes filled my nose delightfully as I entered the eating area.

I blissfully ate the deliciousn breakfast without a problem and set out back to my room.

I notice the book that had fallen weeks ago onto the floor. I never did finish it.

I gracefully swept it off the floor and flipped to the page I left off at. About an hour later I was sobbing at the finale.

"I can't believe he didn't make it in time. He could've saved his best friend if he hadn't fell." I softly said through my tears. With my sleeve I quickly wipe them away.

What to do now?

My eyes wide and my mouth opens as I figured out what to do. I grabbed my jacket from the hook and ran outside. Careful not to be caught by the nurses. I laughed as my feet moved faster, hearing the wind dance past my ears more clearly.

An unfamiliar cafe appeared in my view.

Why not? I contemplate.

Barely any folks filled the coffee scented building. After ordering a medium hot chocolate, I sat down in a booth in the corner.

Smiling yet again I snatched a pen and paper from the table top.

I wrote down the fairly long letter and was trying to decide a title for it. Everything has a title, right?

Finally, after a few minutes of thinking, I thought of the name "A Letter to Remember".

Perfect!

With the inked pen I swiftly traced the new found title upon the page in cursive.

I reread the letter making sure of no mistakes.

Now, to give this to Daniel somehow.