Scarlett
I stared blankly out of the window. I don't feel anything anymore except for an aching emptiness. I don't cry anymore either. There are no tears left to be shed. All I do all day is to sit and stare. Nothing or no one registers my mind anymore. I stared at the letter in my hand and my insides burned, searching for some outlet to let out the pain and grief that I felt. But the tears won't come anymore. I was empty and all alone. I lost my father. I lost my mother. I was all alone in this big scary world. How can she do that to me? HOW?
Dear Scarlett,
It took a lot to write this down, sweetie. And maybe when you get this I must have been gone. But I don't want you too grieve for too long. Because its ok
