Letters: Part Two
Nine: Todd
I’m staring out my window, watching the beautiful sunrise. It has been five days since I have left my room. Lost in thoughts of better day, good days, then days made of nightmares. Everyday Drake comes to my door but I am just not ready to face him yet. I’m sure he knows everything by now. Or at least everything that the others know, right or wrong. I sigh, I have read and reread the letters so many times. It seems every time I reread them; I would find more information by reading between the lines than anything else. My heart hurts, it hurts so much that all I want to do is curl up in a corner and die.
As I walk into the bathroom, I cannot help but to think how stupid I am for never once opening those letters. Many times, I have taken them out of my drawer
