Kindness

Goodbye Letter

“I’m leaving Drake,” I said. “I don’t think I’ll be coming back.”

            Drake was lying in the hospital bed that he’d been laying in for five years now. His face was stiff and cold. His eyes never opened. I was lost.

            I struggled to attend church. I barely did volunteer work anymore. I didn’t even apply for college when the chance rolled around. Instead I stayed by Drake’s side praying that that day would be the day he awoke. He never did though. In all those five years he never once opened his eyes.

            Our parents tried to convince me take a break. But I couldn’t, I felt like if I left then when I got back he would be gone for good.

            Today was the last day though. I wouldn’t see Drake anymore. I had decided to leave and start life anew somewhere. Anywhere. I couldn’t keep doing the same thing every day and then expect change. I couldn’t watch over him without crying. I was tired and I prayed to God this was the right decision.

            I walked over to Drake’s bedside and sat down next to him. He groaned a little, but the doctors said that was normal with coma patients. I laid my head on Drake’s chest and listened to his heart rate. It was so faint. I kissed his hand for the last time before I headed to the door.

            I took the bus back home when I knew dad would be at work and Rebecca would be at her counseling session. That was her way of coping with Drake’s accident.

            I started packing my things when I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I crept down the stairs in search of the noise. I could hear it louder now coming from Drake’s bedroom. I pushed the door open unsure of what to expect.

            There was Ruth digging through Drake’s dresser draws and throwing things on his bed.

            “What are you doing Ruth?” I screamed.

            She turned surprised and stashed a white envelope in the back pocket of her jeans.

            “What does it matter to you?” She snarled. “Oh wait your upset I’m trashing Drake’s room. Oh please grow up like it matters anyway. You really believe that vegetable is gonna wake up? Pathetic.”

            “Get out of his room!” I screamed. “Get out Ruth!”

            She rolled her eyes at me and headed toward the door.

            “Bitch,” She mumbled as she shoved past me.

            “What is your problem with me?” I asked.

            “I can’t stand you. Do you always gotta be Miss Kissass?” She yelled. “You’re weak and I like picking on you! You make it so easy.”

             She shoved me against the wall and sauntered to the door with the envelope sticking out her back pocket.

            I snatched it out of her pocket and ran for the stairs. She turned around and chased me up the stairs down the hall. I reached my room before she caught my hair and pulled me to the floor.

            “Give me back the letter dumb bitch!”

            “It’s not yours it belongs to Drake.”

            We rolled around pulling each other’s hair, kicking each other, and screaming. I managed to roll on top of her pushing myself to my feet. Looking down at the letter I saw that it was addressed to me in Drake’s handwriting. Why would Ruth try to take this? How did she even know about this letter; whatever this letter was.

            Ruth glared at me angrily from the floor.

            “You don’t deserve love! I hate you!” She screamed. “Why should Drake care anything about you? You’re not even attractive. I hope he never wakes up!”

            I looked down at the letter again with tears in my eyes. It was dated the day before the crash. The day we first kissed.

            “How did you know about this letter?” I whispered shocked.

            She stood up and started fixing her hair.

            “I called dad’s house that night to ask for money. Drake picked up,” She said bitterly. “He was so fucking happy I just had to ask him why and he told me…he loved you and that he was writing you a letter. What a lame ass!”

            “Why…why wait until now to steal the letter?” I cried. “Why try and steal it in the first place.”

            “Ever since I had my abortion mom had me on a strict schedule. Besides do you really think I would care that much about your love life?” She laughed. “I’mnineteen now and I can do what I want. So I thought if you hadn’t found the letter by now then I might as well snatch it up.”

            “I’m sorry about your abortion Ruth…”

            “Shut up! Like I give a rat’s ass about that!” She smirked “I figured when you’re lover boy died I could burn that shitty letter in your face. Whatever.”

            She walked down the hall and stormed down the stairs. She slammed the door on her way out.

            I crumpled to the floor beside my bed clutching the letter. I cried so hard just holding that letter. The last piece of Drake I truly had. After a while I forced myself to my feet and grabbed my two suitcases while placing the letter on the outside pocket of my suitcase.

            I headed into the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door.Out of kindness I didn’t look back.

Of all the dreams I had of you

this one

I never dreamed would be true

This chapter doesn't have a bible verse either. Sorry again.