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I awoke. Again. To silence. No one. Not a soul within these pitiful walls of my horrendous past. A war heroine. A survivor of the world. One of many daunted souls. The days bled into weeks of endless nightmares. As we pretend and act. Laugh and mock. No one truly hearing our aching souls screaming to be released from it's haunted cage. I step into the shower, turning the switch when nothing happens. I sigh. Stepping out of my shower to my wardrobe where I chose a random outfit consisting of a light grey woollen jumper and blue skinny jeans. I sigh again as I hide the heavy purple bags from beneath my eyes. I finish and step away from my vanity as a knock sounds at my door. I close my eyes and collect myself, making sure my brown hair and eyes look lively as ever as I mask my torment putting on a smile.
I stand in shock as I open the door. The man stood in black onyx suit, trying to conceal his feeling like he did when we where young. Handing me a letter. My mouth watering at his Greek God appearance soaks into my brain. Never to leave again. His angelic physique and his social status making him even hotter as he claims the title of the angel of death. The way his hair shines in a moonlighted room, the dim rays of light making him look like he was a vision from what Heaven must be like. His aurora nothing short of possessing and hypnotising to any female swooning over him. To say I was shocked at him giving me my letter would be an understatement. He cleared his throat before he spoke awkwardly. I never thought I'd see the day.
"I believe you would be interested in receiving this letter. Another shall be awaiting you given the correct response. Let's just hope I'll see you again at school in two weeks." He said before leaving. I closed my door as I saw the paparazzi rounding the corner. Locking my doors and closing my curtains. I only wanted privacy.
I looked at the seal and released a shaky breath. Not daring to remove it without speaking to my best friend since we where children. I grabbed my coat and my car keys as I slipped on some five inch heels and sped out of my house locking my door putting on a confident stride and pretending to like the paparazzi.
"How have you been handling the loss of your brother?" Was the first question. I looked at the man who asked as they stopped walking around me as a tear formed in my eye. I ignored the question for the first time in my life and walked to my car not before saying,
"I don't think that is an appropriate question." As I got in my car, I did my seat belt and raced put my car into gear and set off pulling out of my driveway and onto the road, making sure it was clear.
After a while of driving I reached my friend's house. I knocked on the door and embraced her in a hug as I let my facade crumple to ground as we entered the house and fell onto the floor crying our hearts intent out on each others comforting shoulders.
"A reporter asked about my brother. And I got a letter from HIM. Well, he delivered it." I whispered into her shoulder while sniffling as no more tears would escape my body. She looked up at me, her eyes puffy and her freckled face tear stained as her strands of her fiery red hair matted to the flesh of her wet face.
"What did you say?" She asked, her voice hoarse and croaky as I imagined mine would've been too. She sounded so broken. I just wanted to sit here and hold her, tell her that everything's okay. But it would be lying. It's been one month. A month. And they expected us to be fine after two days of the war. No one was ready for that.
"Nothing." I responded. She looked at me and nodded in understanding. I've been in love with him since I was eleven years old.
"Okay. Who was the letter from?" She inquired. I handed her the letter. "What did he say when he handed it to you?"
"I'll see you at school."
"Which means..." She trailed off.
"Yes." I said with a hint of fear.