June 7, 1995
Dear Friend,
I wish I could say that it instantaneously got better and that I was alright. I wish I could say that these things don't affect me and I don't have to stop and think and wonder about Aunt Helen and all the things that have happened to me. And even three years from meeting Sam and Patrick and inevitably changing my life around, I still wonder and think. I participate too, just like Sam said I should. We see each other sometimes and it's nice but a part of me wants to go back to the way it was before. Nostalgia. That's what they call it, isn't it? Well, I've got a lot of that now.
Some things remind me of the good old days, like the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but it's not the same without Patrick or Sam. Or Mary Elizabeth or Alice or any of them. I don't even know why I'm writing again, it's not even that bad. Or maybe I'm writing because I'm anxious. Today is my last day in high school after all. It's my graduation. It all feels so surreal, that I'm done with high school. Or at least, I will be by the end of the day. Sometimes I have to pause and wonder how differently my life would have been if that bad thing hadn't happened with Aunt Helen. But I know there is no point in doing so, because that will get me nowhere and I have to live with this forever. But, I know I'll be alright.
Love,
Charlie
Just a short piece, of Charlie's last letter. An afterward, more like. Unbeta-ed although I did edit it myself. A sudden burst of inspiration, if you will. I might revisit this but it's a bit unlikely.
Let me know what you think?