Letters to no one {OpEn}
Jan 14, 2012 11:51:59 GMT -5
Post by *~Ink~* on Jan 14, 2012 11:51:59 GMT -5
May Cherub
Dear Stranger,
You don’t know me. You never will. Natasha Brakeman had a story. She is unable to tell it because the dead cannot talk. I am the messenger. I will tell you her story, if you are willing to hear it. Take this letter, dispose of it, and come back tomorrow at noon for another one. Do not tell this to anybody. Do not wait for me. Do not write back.
It’s a pathetic little scrap of paper that I stick in a crevice in the brick wall of the old school, wiping away a tear as I turn around to make sure that no one saw me. Speaking of rule-breakers can get you in trouble. No one said anything about writing about them. I would have written more, but I ran out of room on the small piece of paper that I found on the side of the road.
I don’t know if anyone will find my letters, but I guess I just needed to get the words out. If I had kept the paper at my house, and it was found, I would probably get in trouble, maybe for “rebellious thinking”. Yeah right. I decided to leave the evidence at school, so it couldn’t be traced back to me. I wouldn’t want that to happen. Even if someone does find it, I wouldn’t care. I would just keep writing and hiding the letters in the same spot until her story was out. Or I was caught. Natasha needs to be heard, and her indirect killer needs to be punished, even if I get in trouble for it. I know that I could never face her alone, or anyone else for that matter.
I hide four other identical letters around the schoolyard, discreetly and quickly. I just hope that at least some are found and taken, so I can write Natasha’s story. The story that no one else except myself knows. It won’t be that way for long, if all goes as planned.
