Dear Hope

Chapter 2: Aidan

As I had my last glimpse of Hope when she was wheeled into the ambulance, I took it in that I may never see her again. Thinking this way made me really anxious and depressed because I know that she was the one for me. My 'love at first sight'. My 'snow white'. I have never loved someone as much as I love her. Right now, I may seem like a really cheesy, romantic kind of guy that you would find in a 'rom-com', but in school and towards Hope I come accross as a 'toughie' whos heart is like steel; inside a wave of emotions hit me like someone has punched me full force in my chest. It hurts to know that Hope dosent know how i feel about her.

Letters. Letters are the only way I can get my words accross. When I was younger, I used to write notes to my parents if i did something naughty and they found out because I would be too embarassed to actually say it to them. So, I used to send my sister, lana, down with the note and wait 'till she comes back up with the note, I would stay in my room until they'd call me down, well thats if they were still alive. Ok, carrying on... I think that maybe if I write letters to Hope then ask my sister to send it down to the hospital, I could share my affection towards her and I wouldn't have to face her.

So here it goes....

Dear Hope, 

Well where do I start.....

We've been friends since the start of year 7 and I'm so glad we became friends. We were like ying and yang. You would help tutor me in maths and I would help stop the bullies who would ruin your day, which became a regular thing. I'm sorry it got so far, even I couldn't bare what they were saying and doing to you. Calling names is one thing but putting heads down the toilet is another...

I couldn't bare hearing you scream but not being able to do anything about it. You know that if I went in after you, I'd be in big trouble and if I got in trouble, who knows what my foster dad would do to me?! When I forgot my homework, he punched me and gave me a black eye. He doesn't care about what I have to say. Nothing. Nothing like my real parents.

As creepy and pervy as this may sound, ever since I've laid my eyes on you, I've been lovestruck. Everything about you, even your so called 'flaws' which I see as perfections just make me want to smile. I know you will never love me in the way that I love you and I'm okay with that. I just don't want to grow old knowing that I have never told you how I feel about you...

Yes, you can say that I should have told you earlier, before you got transported to hospital that is, but I didn't have the guts to say it to your face so I've decided to write this letter. I seriously don't know how many more I am going to write but I just wanted to share my love towards you and hope and pray that you feel the same way about me. If you could, I would appreciate it if you replied, as cringy as it might be... 

Love Aidan xx

I stared at the letter after signing my name. Am I really going through with this? Its now or never...

Picking up the letter, I wandered into my sister's bedroom whilst she was 'doing her homework' (more like sitting there with her homework in front of her, whilst on the phone to her friend). "What are you doing in my room?!" she snapped at me. I ignored her question and strolled over to where she was sitting. "I'm not asking for much, but whilst your on your way to temptations this Saturday, do you mind dropping this off to the hospital. Could you go to the reception and ask them to pass it on to Hope Winters." I replied. "Okay....." she started. "But it's gonna have to cost..." 

"What do you want?" I sighed. I knew there was going to be a catch to it, Lana wasn't going to give in so easy. She smirked "I want you to pay me." "What!? seriously?!" I growled. "Well how else are you going to get them to her?" "Okay, okay, how much?" "£30, deal?......"