'Dear Rachel,

I'm writing to tell you that you won't be seeing me anymore… I have taken…'

Jon paused wondering what he should write. He shook his head and tore out the paper. Crumpling it up he threw it into the trashcan.

'Dear Rachel,

I know it's been a while since I've written you. I've been through a lot these past few months. More than I'd like to even mention. But…' Jon paused again biting on his pen. 'I know when I left there I said I would return. But I won't be.' Jon paused and shook his head tearing the paper out to join the other one. It made him sound like he was committing suicide. Jon paused before banging his head on the desk. He didn't know what to write.

He ran the tip of his fingers over the white bandages over one side of his mouth. How would he tell her.

Simple….

Jon looked at the blank white paper before touching his pen back down.

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"Rachel dear. Come downstairs please." Rachel pinned up her hair as she made her way down stairs.

"Yes mom?" Rachel asked. Her mother stood at the bottom of the stairs holding a few envelopes in her hand.

"You have a letter here." She said as Rachel reached the bottom of the stairs. Rachel took the letter from her mother. "Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes Rachel." Her mom said moving away from the stairs.

"I'll be down." Rachel said making her way back up the stairs. She looked at the envelope. There was no return address. She entered her room and sat at her dresser as she pulled it open with the small letter opener that sat in a cup on her dresser.

She pulled it open and began reading.

'Dear Rachel,

I'm sorry I haven't written you in so long. I've been through a lot these past few months. But I'd like you to know that I'm all right. My dad is the same as he's always been. I know you know about him from past letters. He's gotten worse since all this happened. I'm not going into details about it but a guy from school attacked me. I was in the hospital for nearly three months going through surgeries and what not. They had to teach me how to talk again and even now it's awkward for me. My voice has changed oddly enough. Or maybe it just sounds that way cause of the way I talk now. It still hurts. But I will be fine. I'm just writing to, as I said before, tell you that I'm all right…

And that this will be the last letter you will be receiving from me."

Rachel paused and closed her eyes. 'No.' She thought to herself. 'Please Jon no…' She turned back to the letter.

"I'm really sorry for being so forward about this. But I really don't want you seeing me like this. I don't want anyone seeing me like this. My dad is trying to talk me into going back to school, I don't want to. Not like this. Besides….. why does my education matter anymore. Not like I can get a good job looking like this. I think my dad just doesn't like to look at me anymore. Not that he ever did after…

I'm sorry I shouldn't be ranting through my letter like this, I'm sorry. I will miss you dearly. Even though I've only met you the one time, I feel like I've known you forever because of our letters. I've kept every one of them and I'm sure I'll be reading them in the future. I will miss hearing from you.

I'm moving as of next week, I'm not sure to where yet. My dad doesn't know yet but I'm sure he'd rejoice at my absence. I'm changing my name as well, so don't try to look me up. It would just be a waste of your time. I just…. I just want to disappear. You know? I've told you before in previous letters, there are times I wish I had never been born. I wish that now more than ever. But I'm dealing with my situation as I think I should, and I'm happy with my decision.

I'll give you one piece of advice as a parting note. One of the guys at my work told me this.

'Never apologize for the way you look.'

It never made sense to me…. Not until now anyway. I will miss you dearly, Rachel.

From"

The word from was crossed out and she smiled sadly as tears streaked her cheeks.

"Love

-Jon"

She closed her eyes as she cried. "Jon… No… Why would you do this?" She couldn't figure out what would have caused this. He should have known she'd accept him no matter what. She'd help him.

'Just like you helped him with his mother's death?' Her mind rang.

'That was different.' She said. 'He left… there was nothing… there's nothing I can do now either.'

Rachel closed her eyes and moved to her bed. She laid down and read the last words she'd be hearing from Jon over and over.

"He's changing his name." She said. "He's changing his name, I'll never see him again."

She read the letter over and over her tears worsening with every word she read... To the point where she couldn't read it anymore.

TBC.... Sorry for such a short chapter. Can anyone guess what Jon is changing his name too? xD