DELIA
November 8th
Dear D,
It's not important. I don't want to talk about it. Well, not yet at least. It's hard to admit it to myself, let alone my best friend. I don't want you to see me differently. I don't want things to change. Right now, I'm trying to figure out a few things and it's better to keep it all inside.
It's hurting me, though. So much. I've been skipping school. Aunt Sue has no idea. My grades are dropping, fast. Like below F. A big, fat zero. When I skip school, I go to church. So, it's a good thing, I guess? I'm not just wasting my time doing nothing. I don't go during regular service anymore. I can't stand to be in the same room as my middle school bullies.
Ever since they outed me, people have been giving me weird looks and whispering behind my back. I know they don't want me there. I go when it's empty. When I'm the only one sitting in the pews. The pastor stops by, sometimes, and I'm grateful that he hasn't kicked me out.
I'm only going to church still for you. (And me). I don't want you to ever be disappointed in me.
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
