The Letter

Letter 3

THEY FOUND CHRISTIANA!!

I woke up 7 in the morning. Dad was surprisingly sitting beside me, patting my head trying to wake me up. In a very hushed tone he said," There's something you need to see sweety." I got up, freshened up and went downstairs where Dad was waiting. There is this strange erie silence covering my house right now. Dad suddenly got off his couch and turned on the tv. The next few minutes I felt the floor swaying off my feet. I fell down , but I didn't feel any pain. I guess it is due to the larger pain and shock I received just now. I cannot believe what I am hearing now. Dad stood me up. He was still holding me with fear that I'll fall again. I was numb. I can't belive what I was seeing and hearing. CHRISTIANA......IS DEAD!! POLICE FOUND HER BODY IN A SECRET SCHOOL ROOM!! AFTER WEEKS AND MONTHS OF SEARCH THIS IS WHAT WE FOUND...........HER DEAD BODY???!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!  I burst into tears. Dad was trying to comfort me, he was holding me so tight, but the only thing I knew was she is dead! She is not coming back!!
The next thing I knew and realised I said or I could blurt out," Take..me...to....the....school........dad". He handed me a glass of water, and running he went to garrage to take out the car. I sat in the car and left for school. Dad pulled the car outside the school gate. We got out and started walking inside the school premises.

School.....This place has evergreen memories of me and Christiana together. I still remember the day when we entered the premises for first time. We both were equally nervous and scared thinking of bulling we heard before joining high school.
There's this hotdog stand and ice lollies stand outside this gate, from which we regularly used to have hotdogs and ice lollies. I always took mango and strawberry flavoured while she always chose orange one. Such sweet memories we shared and created together. It brings a knife stabbing pain to my heart, thinking we won't ever, EVER RELIVE THIS AGAIN!
Thinking this with teary eyes and feeling numb all over, I somehow dragged my self towards the place where they found her.......body. The whole premises was filled with people with shock and mourn, over Christiana. I somehow spotted Mr. and Mrs. Bing, Christiana's parents. The saw me too. I went up to them, they were devastated by their loss.  After sometime being not able to handle the shock, I came back to home.

I went up to the room cried, cried a lot until I fell asleep. Such an devastating day 3rd November is for us. The day she went missing I tried to find her hard, so tried the police and her parents. But I never thought a day could come like this. The memories seems like a very valuable assets we had together, she left behind. When she went missing atleast there was a hope , a hope for us that she'll come back someday or will be found someday. But now...she won't be back no matter what we all do. She won't be coming home and take my clothes without asking. I HAVE FRIGGING NO ONE TO SHARE MY DEEPEST AND DARKEST PAINS AND SECRETS WITH! All I am left is with her photos, a lether jacket which I took from without asking her........*sobbing*........and our precious memories.
It took me a day to sober myself after the shock. Now I am trying to cry less and cherish our memories more.

Next morning I got up tired and exhausted of the shock I went through the day before yesterday. I took a long warm shower and went downstairs to have something to eat. I was hungry, I didn't even eat for two days straight nor came out of my room. Seeing me dad came running to me and hugged me tight. Trying to control the tears and with a lump in my throat, I got away from hug and tried initiating normal conversation with dad. " Dad? I am hungry. It seems rats are jumping in my stomach, can you make something to eat?" I laughed dryly tring to normalise the situation. " Oh my god! Looks like the rats are having a disco party inside your stomach. Fine I'll get something to eat", joked Dad. I  gave a fake laugh and sat in front of tv for some time. Dad made me chicken taco just as I like, and I weakly smiled at him. " It I'll be okay sweety. Just stop thinking about it. You'll be fine dodo , give it time and you know na Christiana won't be happy up there in heaven seeing you cry. Just watch some TV okay?", I nodded in respond with a warming smile, genuine this time.
After watching some TV, I got up and got ready for Christiana 's funeral. We were meeting Mr and Mrs Bing in Roseville graveyard today. We got fully dressed up for the event and Dad and I drove there.

After a long day, we came back to our house. Being completely tired and exhausted emotionally and physically, I went to my room straight.. changed and took a warm shower. After being ready for bed, I was ready to flop on the bed when I saw this golden envelope again. I felt goosebumps all over my body.
Shivering I took the letter in my hand. The thing which I supposed to be a dirty-stupid prank, doesn't seems like one now. Thinking this I open the letter.

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Roseville Graveyard
Nashville,Indiana

63, Eastern Villa
Nashville,Indiana

5 November 2018

Dear Daisy,

Well I didn't get a reply to the last letter I wrote, no worries. I am fine but very lonely . Yesterday, the eye less man came again. I was sleeping. First he was very sweet, but later he became creepy as hell. He kept staring at me, and suddenly disappeared in dark. I tried finding him but couldn't and then I fainted. The next I remember I woke up here.

Daisy, it seems like a graveyard. It's bit comfortable though, but it's soo lonely here. And one more thing I found out the library I went to was burnt 1 year ago.

Please do reply my letters, it's very lonely here.

Yours lovingly
Christiana

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A weird fear started gropping me. Still shivering, now I can connect with all the letters now. It's either someone is messing with me bad but
now as the situation has worsen, this letter now doesn't feels like a prank anymore. The stuffs she said earlier in these, seems like a mystery now. And I cannot ignore the fact that she was found in a secret room in our school which till date we weren't aware of. There is ought to some logical explanation behind this stuff.

With a tornado of thoughts in my head, I felt it should be better if I sleep and think of this situation tomorrow with a fresh mind. There's a lot of questions to which I need answers too.

I'll definitely try to find what happened with you....