DELIA
April 15th
Dear D,
I just want to start this off by saying I'm sorry my letter's so late. I've been dealing with a lot over the past few weeks. My uncle passed away. You remember Uncle James, right? I've mentioned him a few times. Earlier this year, he started building a tree house for my twin cousins, Henry and Oscar. Earlier in March, he finally finished building it.
The twins were so excited. My uncle made them a rope bridge and added a slide, a swing, and all kinds of cool stuff. Literally the greatest tree house in the history of tree houses. He was fixing a window that shattered during a storm when a tree branch broke underneath his feet and he fell. Broke his neck and both his legs instantly.
The twins haven't set foot inside since. I don't think they ever will. His funeral was 2 days ago. I wanted to write sooner, but every time I sat down to write I couldn't think of anything to say. All I could do was cry. I already lost my dad, and I lost another one, too.
Aunt Sue doesn't work. She's a stay-at-home mom. So, with my uncle gone, she had to get a job. Henry, Oscar, and Madeline were taken out of private school and now they go to public school. She had to cancel cable and Wi-Fi, which means I also have to go back to public school. The school is giving me an 'excused absence period' until junior year starts to give me time to 'properly grieve and move on'.
I don't want to go back, Dimitri. I can't. Being in that place almost destroyed me and if I go back it's going to kill me. Those things they said, those horrible names, I hear it all the time. When I'm sleeping or lost in thought. I'm going to have to live with that forever and it breaks my fucking heart.
Just when I thought I was rid of my burdens.
Love, Delia
(Cats over dogs any day)
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DEAR D (pen pal edition) ✔️
टीन फिक्शनDimitri and Delia. Two strangers. Two pen pals. Two broken hearts. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, sexual assault, abuse, and suicide
