A Story of Modern Letters

I also wrote this one to a prompt.  I didn’t win the contest, but I loved writing this one.

  1. Write a story that sets the stage through letters between two people.

A Story of Modern Letters

September 25, 2018

9:19 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

I miss u. its been a whole month since I saw u. can u please just answer me once? I need to know if ur okay. I know that the hospital will let you have ur phone and contact people. Maybe u don’t want to talk to me, but I want to know ur okay.

Max

September 26, 2018

4:16 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

I’m okay, Max.  But I told you not to contact me.  I am still recovering, and I need some time.  Please just give me some space. I will tell you that I’m getting out in October.  Don’t worry about me.

Anastasia

September 26, 2018

5:00 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

Thank god ur okay.  I know that u told me not to talk to u, but I can’t help it.  I still love u, Anastasia. I miss u so much; people are asking what happened to u.  I don’t want to say anything, but I can’t do this.

Max

September 26, 2018

6:00 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

I know, I miss you, too.  But it hurts so much to think about you.  It’s getting easier, I think, through these emails, I guess.  And I told you, what happened wasn’t your fault, it was mine. It was my choice to do that I did.  Just calm down. I’ll be back at school in October, no matter what. I promise.

Anastasia

September 26, 2018

7:37 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

Can we keep emailing if this makes it easier? its so hard not seeing you in school.. October seems so far away. but if you promise to keep writing itll make it easier for me.  Plz? Also, it is my fault that everything happened. if i had noticed earlier, then I could have prevented it

Max

September 26, 2018

7:50 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

I guess we can keep emailing, if it makes you feel better.  But Max, it was not your fault. I’ve told you a million times, it was my fault!  I made some stupid choices, and I am paying for that. You can’t blame yourself because you didn’t notice.  I made it a point that people couldn’t notice. Please don’t feel bad for that. You were always there for me, and I’m thankful for you.

Anastasia

September 26, 2018

7:59 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

It IS my fault! Damn it Anastasia if i had noticed you wouldnt be in the freaking hospital right now!  Its always my damn fault im such a terrible person. I was ur boyfriend, i was supposed to make u feel better and make sure u were happy. i should have noticed how UNhappy you were. I should have noticed that u were afraid to go to school everyday because u were bullied!  i should have stood up for u! i was a terrible boyfriend so I can see y u didnt want to talk to me anymore

Max

September 26, 2018

8:10 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

Max, I didn’t get myself into the hospital because of you.  I made sure that people didn’t notice I was cutting, I covered my scars up so no one would know.  I made sure that you never saw me without a smile. And that wasn’t too hard when I was with you, because you can make me smile when I’m about to break down and cry.  Even now, even through digital screens when we’re miles away, you still make me happy. When I tried to commit suicide, the hardest part was thinking about how upset you’d be.  But I told myself that you’d be okay, because you didn’t need me. Max, through everything, you were my golden ray of sunshine, everyday, who I could count on. You made my life amazing, even through my Dark Ages.  I was in a lot of pain, mentally, and every time I was with you, I could forget all about that. You couldn’t have noticed I was bullied, we had almost no classes together. The classes we were together, no one dared bully me, because they were scared of you.  Max, I love you. Please don’t blame yourself, you were a perfect boyfriend.

Love, Anastasia

September 26, 2018

8:30 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

I love u, too, Anastasia.  I love ur smile, ur laugh, and u were amazing.  I love ur quirkiness, ur r so weird. Y on earth would u try to take urself out of my world when u r the most amazing person on this world?

Max

September 26, 2018

9:03 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

I tried to kill myself because I thought I was worthless.  I would cut because I thought no one liked me. You were the only one who saw my weirdness as something to admire.  Every night I would think about how worthless I was, what my purpose in life was. I never could figure out the answer.  I would overthink everything you said to me each day, trying to figure out if you loved me or not. My thoughts are like tornados, sweeping me up.  They never stopped, making the chaos and noise in my head deafening. One day I couldn’t take it and decided that I wasn’t meant for this world. I took those pills with an intent to kill.  My one regret was you, Max. I knew that you’d blame yourself, but I back then I thought that you didn’t love me. My death wouldn’t kill you, too. You’d be just fine without me.

Love, Anastasia

September 26, 2018

9:26 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

If u had died that day I don’t know what I wouldve done. Died, maybe. Idk. when ur mom called me with the news that you had tried to take ur life away with overdose, I couldnt breathe.  She told me she found out youd been cutting for a long time, and I blamed myself instantly for not noticeing. i had no idea u didnt know I loved u so much. I wouldve told u everyday if I had known. can u tell me the address of the hospital?

Max

September 26, 2018

9:38 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

876 Elm Street

St. Gredin, NE 68710

Why?

Love, Anastasia

September 26, 2018

9:43 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

Im coming to see you when the hospital opens. i want to see ur beautiful face again. is that okay?

Max

September 26, 2018

9:58 P.M.

To <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

From <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

Dear Max,

Yes!!  Come at 8:30 in the morning, that’s when the hospital opens.  Max, I love you more than anything!

Love, Anastasia

September 26, 2018

10:10 P.M.

To <justagirlinthisworld2023@gmail.com>

From <maxthebasketballstar2004@gmail.com>

Dear Anastasia,

I love you more than the whole world put together.  See you tomorrow, my beautiful princess.

Love, Max

 

Anastasia….

The morning after our email conversation, I was a little more than slightly nervous.  It’s one thing to talk to someone on screens, but a whole other thing to see them in person.

I wondered what he would think of me, what I knew everyone must have been thinking of me.  “Oh, look, it’s the girl who tried to commit suicide. Hope you feel better! Attention seeker….” I knew that people would look at me and whisper about me behind their hands.  I knew that they would point and gossip after I left. But, I deserved that, I guess. That’s about the only thing I did deserve.

Although, I didn’t think that Max would treat me any differently.  I loved him when we were together in school, he was my everything. I loved him more than I loved air.  He was the only one who saw me as me, who saw all my faults as beautiful things. Max was different from other guys I knew, he was more thoughtful.  All other guys I knew were just focused on the present, on making people laugh, flirting, and enjoying themselves with being ornery. Max was popular enough in our school, he was just a little more quiet, more content to sit silent, listen, and observe.

My stomach gave way to butterflies when I noticed the time; 8:00 A.M.  Max would be here any minute.

I was surprised when he walked through the door just five minutes later; he must have driven over the speed limit the whole way.

He stopped short and looked at me; at the same time, I took a lingering look at him, scrutinizing his expression.  His light chocolate hair was slightly damp, probably from the rain outside. His jawline was more sharp than I remembered.  His eyes, dark dark brown, stared at me for a long moment. It seemed like he couldn’t look away. There was nothing accusing me in his eyes, instead some other intense feeling I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I came to my senses soon after and tried to get up off the bed.

“Max!” I cried, overjoyed even though I knew that we weren’t really together anymore.  No doubt he wouldn’t want to be with me, I’d hurt him too much.

He rushed to my side and pushed me back on the bed.  I tried to resist, but I was still to weak to do much of anything.  Once I was seated again, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me.  I didn’t care if this was going to hurt again when I was alone, or if I had more nightmares because of this.  I was going to hurt anyways, I might as well do it thoroughly.

While I was thinking this, Max wrapped his arms around me as well, surprising me.  He buried his face into my hair and neck, whispering something I couldn’t hear.

We stayed like that for what seemed to be hours.  He had to pull away first, but when he met my eyes, I knew that he didn’t really like the idea of that, either.

“Anastasia,” he said in his deep, beautiful voice, “you will never do that to me again.  Understand?”

His eyes were so serious, it hurt.  It hurt even more to think about all the pain I’d put him through.

“I promise, Max,” I said, just as serious as him.

He sat me back down on the bed, and he sat in the chair next to me.  We talked of casual subjects for while, like school, class drama, hospital cafeteria food, etc.  I was surprised at how easy it still was to talk to him, even through everything.

“So,” Max said, “are we going to talk about everything?”

My heart started beating more quickly than what was necessary.  So, we were finally at this part, huh?

I swallowed. “I made some bad choices, but I’m better now.”

Max raised his eyebrows. “That’s not exactly what I was talking about.  Although, that does have a major role.”

I frowned, beyond confused.

“Anastasia, do you still love me?” Max said, his eyes burning into mine.

I was staring back at him so hard that it took me more than a few seconds to answer. “Of course, I do.  Max, I never stopped loving you.”

He grinned the brightest smile I’ve ever seen. “Good.  That means that you’re still mine.”

I grinned back at him, happy that he was mine, too.  How could I be so lucky?  I had always wondered how a broken person like me could ever deserve someone such as Max.  But I was glad that I somehow got him, because I was never going to let him go again.

 

I liked this story a lot!  I loved writing the emails, especially when I got to be sloppy and type incorrectly. 🙂

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

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Adrienne Parker

Hello! I'm a teenager who loves to read, write, and inspire. My dream is to write something that will inspire people all over the world. Thank you so much for reading a supporting me!!

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