DELIA
September 3rd
Dear Dimitri,
Let's just say my first day of school won't be included in the greatest days of history. There's these stupid brats from my middle school and they've always picked on me. For some reason they have it out for me. Chicago, huh? I had a cousin who got shot there. He's dead now. RIP. Florida's hot, too, like all the freaking time. The only time I wear a jacket is when it hits 70 degrees.
About my mom, she died when I was 6 months old. I don't remember what she looks/sounds/feels like (obviously) and I have no memories of her. She's a complete stranger. All I have is a picture from my birth. My dad said she wasn't a photogenic person. It's all I have of her. I miss her a lot, even though I never knew her. Her birthday's coming up in October and the 15th anniversary of her death in January.
My question: What's stopping you from asking your mom to cancel your therapy session?
Love, Delia
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DEAR D (pen pal edition) ✔️
Teen FictionDimitri and Delia. Two strangers. Two pen pals. Two broken hearts. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, sexual assault, abuse, and suicide
