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|The Letter (standard:drama, 5178 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Oct 20 2002||Views/Reads: 2163/1333||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A teenagers struggle with the lose of his love.|
THE LETTER The letter laid there on the coffee table daring me to open it. I just couldnít bring myself to do pick it up. I recognized the handwriting on the front of the letter and that frightened me. I had cried enough over the past six days and did not think that I could handle another running of the waterworks. So I just stood there, staring down at the letter. Fear began to swell up inside of me and I could feel the first trickle of a tear rolling down the side of my cheek. The letter was pulling at me, demanding me to open it and read the words that it held just for me. I stood there just looking down at the letter. I was afraid to pick it up. I was afraid of what it had in store for me. I noticed something that caught my eye and felt myself reaching down for the letter. The postmark. It was sent two days ago. How could that be? I had to get a closer look just to make sure I was reading it correctly. I was. This realization made the envelope start to burn in my hands. I had to get rid of it. I could not hold it any longer. I dropped the letter on the floor and walked out the door, leaving the letter there for when I returned. I walked down to the 7-11 at the corner and used my fake ID to buy a twelve pack of Coors Light. The walk did little to help me forget about the letter, and during the walk back the tears began to flow again. I was glad I decided to walk instead of drive. I opened my first can of beer on the walk home, not worrying about what would happen to me if the police decided to drive by. I needed that drink and I needed it right then. The beer helped ease the tears so I opened the second can and downed it as quickly as I did the first. I made it home without interruption from the local police and sat down on my front porch swing. I sat there drinking and thinking, drinking and thinking. Today I was supposed to receive my high school diploma but I just could not bring myself to go to the ceremony. I just couldnít be around all of those people feeling sorry for me. On one of the biggest days of my young life I was sitting on a porch all alone getting myself drunk, some graduation day. I sat on that swing and finished off my twelve pack, rocking myself to sleep. I had completely forgotten about the letter, which was exactly what I was hoping to do. She was sitting next to me and I couldnít understand why she would not talk to me. I kept asking her how she was doing and she kept turning away from me. Then she turned and started shaking me. She kept saying, donít you see Stevie it just wonít work. Then she was calling me Steven, which she never did. She was shaking me and calling me Steven. Why was she calling me Steven? I began to see why as she changed right before my eyes. She was replaced by my sister, I was only dreaming of her. My sister was shaking me, trying to wake me up and get me in the house. The afternoon that I started drinking in had turned into a chilly evening with the sun disappearing behind the buildings at the end of the street. She had the letter in her hand asking me if I had seen it. I took the letter from her and it started to burn in my hands again. I stuck the letter into my back pocket as I got up and headed into the house. I walked straight up the stairs and into my room. I had had enough of this day and wanted nothing more than to sleep the twelve beers away. I was going to regret drinking them all in the morning but I was looking forward to that. That may just take away the pain of starting another day. I awakened at 6am with a terrible headache and a nasty taste in my mouth. I walked into the bathroom and dry swallowed two aspirin. I stood there and peered into the mirror wondering how I was going to get through this day. My eyes were bloodshot and I knew I couldnít go to her parents looking the way I did. I decided to hop in the shower and hope that it would help with the way I looked. I always cleaned up well so maybe it would help. I stayed in the shower for fifteen minutes letting the hot water wash over me, letting the hot water wash away my pain. I felt better after the shower but I still had that nasty taste of alcohol in my mouth. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash just to get the grit out of there. It seemed to work as the taste slowly left. I walked back to my room and started to get dressed when I saw the letter sticking out of my jeans pocket. I picked it out of my pocket and sat on my bed contemplating about opening it or just throwing it away. I ended up setting it on my dresser next to the radio that I decided to turn on. I heard Billy Idol screaming about it being a nice day to start again but I didnít agree with him. What did he know about the day? What did he care about the day? I turned off Click here to read the rest of this story (350 more lines)
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