Letters to you, My Dear Reader

Letter Two: Alone

With a yawn you figure you didn't get that much sleep last night. You failed to find a new way of getting out of going to visit your cousin and you still couldn't get over that weird letter you read the day before. Fixing yourself a bowl of cold milk and POPS! your relax on your sofa and watch a eye-full of old cartoons like the " Roadrunner". To yourself you assume you could sleep an extra hour before your cousin gets here and you want to take as long as you can to get ready so that your late to whatever your going to and just for kicks to piss them off. After you brush your teeth and groom your hair you stop in your tracks and register that your doorbell just rung. Placing your brush down on the sink you walk down the hall and answer the door. The mailman passes on your dispatch and you close the door. With a deep breath your shuffle through the mail until your find what your looking for. Sliding the blank envelope out and holding it in your hand you hesitate to open it up. Your knew you didn't have to read the letter and could pass it on to your best friend but just as curiosity killed the cat, it took you in. Unfolding the letter you begin to read the misfortune of ones soul.

Dear Reader,

By opening this letter you have chosen to learn about the unfortunate events causing my life to end. Now I know that you may think that taking my own life was a very unwise choice but hear me out. I have lived my life the very best I could but one after another the fates had my soul drown by sorrow. By reading my last tale you have the knowledge that my father had abandon my mother and me forcing my mom to search for a new husband and another dad for me. Just like my last note I told you of a family crisis and to my dismay I will share another family emergence but I am sure this one is much worse then the last and the stories I tell you will countinue to get worse. So please I beg of you again don't feel the sadness or disappointment in the story but the voice of which who is telling them. Now I understand that some of you wish not to read my story so If you happen to be one of those people you may fold up this letter and ship it off to another friend. And those of you who wonder what my story will be about this time, I believe I have a story to tell.

I was just getting use to have Darrel in the family when the event occurred. I mean he was a very nice and funny guy when you got to know him. That day him and my mother were suppose to go out of the state and bring my father back with them. I was overjoyed to hear that my daddy was coming to see me. I was fourteen now and had grown much since the last time he'd seen me. I wasn't old enough to be left alone so my mom arranged for me to stay with her brother while they were away. Now my uncle wasn't the best babysitter but my mother had no choice. My uncle you see was a drunk. He always wore a white muscle shirt with beer stains on the front and his gut hanging out of his pants. He globed unnecessary gel on the four strains of hair he had and it only made his forehead shinier. That night I was walking up the stairs when the phone rang.

" Are you going to get that?" I asked him. He was sprawled out on the couch watching reruns of Pro-Wresting.

" Bring it here" he said. I sighed then grabbed the phone and tossed it his way. It flew and landed on his huge potbelly.

" Hey" he yelled at me then grunted to the phone. I made my way up stairs thinking I couldn't wait until my father got here. Running to the guest room I grabbed a towel and my PJ's then headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Just as I closed the door it flew back open and my uncle seized my arm. I screamed.

" Sorry kid, we have to go" he said. Dragging me down stairs I asked 'where we were going?'. He didn't answer until we were in the truck, seat belts clicked and cruising down the road. The only time my uncle would go out was to restock his refrigerator with beer but once we passed all the stores I asked him again.

" Where are you taking me?"

" Look kid, I don't know how to tell you this without hurting your feelings but....your parents are dead" his voice said.

" Wha-What?" I said shocked, my feeling inspired.

" Yeah,sorry"

" But...how" I asked and he began to tell me the story about the deaths of all my parents. It took me awhile for the information the sink in. And after identifying the bodies of my mother, father, and step-father I broke. Tears came down checks like a waterfall ,my nose became runny and my uncle had no idea how to comfort me. Where was I going to go? What was I suppose to do? I was only fourteen,I couldn't possibly fend for myself!Who would I live with? I'm sure not my uncle. I couldn't live with my four haired, drunk uncle but that I was wrong. A few days after the accident the court announced that I was to live with my uncle until I was old enough to maintain on my own. I was as disappointed as he was about the news. I was forced to live and take care of my drunk uncle. To cook him food and find a job for money. To supply him with beer and cigarettes. To sober him up before the court stops by to check on us and see if my uncle was doing his job. I know what your thinking. Why was I doing all this for my uncle? Why didn't I tell the court what was really happening? The thing is if I told them they would shift me off to a Forster home and I would have no family left. My uncle was the only family I had left.

This is the end of letter two as well as the story. Beware of more letters to come your way. I hope you continue to read my history and learn the lessons I have learned. As I warned you before there are worse to come so please don't feel sorry for me. What you may do is review. Review to Zeusgal13, who let me share my stories with you under her name. Who am I you asked again? Well you will have to keep reading to find out and yes you may guess what you think my identity is as you review. Now I must bid you a good day and until next time I will fill your mind with another piece of information. So thank you My Dear Reader. Thank you for listening to my tale and I hope you continue to read more.

your writer, Mystery Girl