"Dear Mother and Father"
The letters would always begin that way, just that way. Following would be something like, "I understand how much you want me to continue attending for the remainder of the summer" or "Understanding our agreement that I would go to this particular establishment…". And then, the letter would be folded up neatly and placed in the trash.
Eddward was sitting at a desk in the room he had been living in for over a month now. The sun was creating a peaceful glow upon his packed suitcases that were sitting upon his bed. The garden outside the house was growing abundantly, thanks to the heat brought upon by the summer.
Despite this, the boy was nervously looking around at the room, hoping that it would be a figment of his memory once he returned home. He hoped it would despite the fact he knew that the poison of even that would ever follow him.
Eddward swallowed and reflected that everything had begun very innocently…