Lots of Love, your Secret Admirer

It's been three years since my parents have passed away. They died in a car-crash- I was the only survivor. The more I think about them, the more I fall into the inevitable ditch of sorrow and agony. Sometimes I wish that I had never lived- I wish I never survived the incident.
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"The mailman's here!", I shrill joyfully to my roommate, Sam. I rush down the stairs only to be disappointed by a yellow package- Eugh, must be something Sam ordered.... she orders heaps of stuff on the internet. Disappointed, I threw the envelope onto the table in the living room.

"What's this?", Sam asks.

"I dunno, I think you should know, cause you ordered like 10 things from ShopperOnline this week"

"What? Its not even mine... It says Amy Janice.. It's yours dumbo"

As I tear the paper from the side of the envelope, I think to myself who could it be? Aunt Jane? Probably...They've been travelling lately and spending heaps on postcards. No offence, but I don't really care how their trip is. They act all nice and stuff, but 3 years back, when I needed support- they couldn't care less about me. I also hated them because I always suspected that they had on my parents- the looks couldn't give away more.

As I open the carefully written letter, I cringe at the sight of the red pen- I hate the colour red. Because it reminds me of the blood that my parents were covered with when they died.

"Dear AJ,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Don't worry,
I hate red too.
Roses are red,
The floor's red,
I know why your parents are dead.
Lots of Love, your Secret Admirer"

My eyes widen immediately and I gasp- because I had no idea who this person was and what did they know about my parents- and worst of all- What did they know about me..