Kayla sat on the floor of her room and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She ripped her eyes away, for she couldn't stand to look at herself anymore. Her eyes were blood shot and the silent tears continued to roll down her cheeks. The mascara that once made her pretty blue eyes pop is now smeared all across her face. Her face, now puffy and red, is hideous. The beautiful person she once knew is no longer there. She's burned with memories and scarred by life. Her once pure life has now been stripped of it's innocence. Kayla took one last glance at herself in the mirror, then forced herself to stand back up on her own two feet. Stumbling, she made her way back to her bed. The tears made her vision blurry, but she knew what she had to do. She fumbled through the drawer next to her bed and pulled out a notebook and pen. She looked at the blank piece of paper. Tears now formed blotches on it. It didn't matter though. He would never read it anyway. She let herself cry a few more tears, then began to write her letter. To Be Continued...
Sure u can play the guy she writes the letter to. Can u give me a description of urself. Looks wise. Also, don't be offended by anything your charactor does please and thanks. Lol. So yeah, description?
Charlie 6ft2in, tan, 6pack, brown hair that flips to the side. And I love football to death And u probably already have the personality of the person so ya And ok
"Dear Charlie, Although you will never read this, I feel the need to write it anyways. I want you to know just how I feel. I want to thank you. You've been such a meaningful person in my life. You were so sweet and you actually listened to me. Either that, or you are just a really good actor. Half the time, you were more comforting and reliable than any of my other friends. I could tell you relatively anything, and you would pretend to care. That's all I ever wanted from you. I just wanted you to care, but not try to change my life. I wanted you to be the one to hold me tight and tell me everything will be okay. Although it wasn't quite that, I did get a really close friend out of you. I bet that you didn't think if me that way. You were most likely chatting and flirting with seven other girls at the same time. You were probably telling them all how special they are, but it doesn't mean a thing. When i told you that you were special though, I meant it with all my heart. Even though you meant nothing of what you said, I meant every last word that I said to you. Even if you don't have any clue, I truely loved you. I loved the way your hair would flip in the wind. Your chocolate brown hair was soft to the touch. I loved the way you would sneak up behind me and hug me from behind, spinning me as you did so. I loved how big you were, yet you were so gentle to little me. I loved how you would let me tackle you, even though you were the big muscular football player. I loved your perfectly tan skin an the six pack that you loved to show off. The one thing that I loved the most, however, was your smile. That beautiful, white smile was my sunshine. I could be having the worst day, but your smile would make the world shine brighter. I would walk past you and when you smiled at me, I got butterflies in my stomach all over again. I loved you, Charlie. I really, truely loved you." Kayla's sobs were no longer bareable. She threw down the pen and wept into her knees that she pulled so tightly against her chest. Kayla started off writing her letter with compasion. When she took a trip down memory lane though, her feelings towards him soon took a 180*. She remembered every last thing that he did to her. The lying. The comments. The way he treated her. The rage grew fiercly inside her. She picked up her pen and continued to write her letter. To Be Continued...
"...Charlie, when I really start to think about it, I don't know why I did it. Why? Why did I put up with you? I put up with everything you did! I put up with your constant comments. Did you really have to tell me to put on a little more makeup? Did I really have to go on that 'practically no food' diet? Did your really think I was that ugly? Or was I really too fat for you?You weren't exactly perfect either my dear. Actually, you were the farthest thing from it! You're just a jerk! You think you're so amazing becuase you know how to use your middle finger. You have a middle finger. Big deal! I've got a foot that could go right up your butt! Do you see me using it every time the littlest thing pisses me off? No! Then, I had to sit there day in and day out just stroking your ego. Had to listen to how terrible your life is. I don't see what the heck you have to complain about! 'Aw I'm poor Charlie. I'm captain of the football team, have a 4.0GPA, and I have girls following me around everywhere.' I also don't care if you no longer want to be a Marine. You're the one that signed up and screwed up your life so that you have no other choice. No. That would be y-o-u. And that's not my problem! You'd be a disgrace to the uniform anyway. Another thing, I love how you have the nerve to come to me and complain to me about your life when you know how bad mine is! You wouldn't last five minutes in my shoes! Hell, most people can't. So I don't want to hear about your freaking girl problems, or how you don't want to leave. Grow some balls and move on with it. I don't know why I ever even thought twice about you! You barely payed attention to me anyway. Who was I to kid that you were really 'just friends' with that other girl? I should have seen right through your lies. The late nightt drunk texts that were supposed to go to her. I tried to ignore it. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't true. I was just feeding myself lies. Another thing, I went to every one of your football games. I cheered louder than any cheerleader there, but you never showed up to any of my games. That just brings me to all your broken promises. You promise to come to the games. You promise to stop going out at night with other girls. You promise that you love me and only me. You promise to spend more time with me. Lies. They're all lies! You didn't even have the decency to tell me goodbye when you left. I can't believe anything you told me anymore. I can't decifer the truth from the lies. You were nothing less than a grade A jerk. That's all you will ever be. Ever." Once more, Kayla couldn't hold back the fighting tears. She sat the notebook on the bed beside her. She maticulously set the pen ontop and pulled her knees up against her chest. She let each thundering tear drop stream down her cheeks. She couldn't take this anymore. Her heart skipped a beat when she thouht of everything that had gone right about their relationship though. He could be a jerk, but he just wanted what was best for her. When he was tough, he got ten times sweeter the next time he saw her. Although she wanted to make herslef hate him, she couldn't. She didn't want to be with him, she wanted to hate him, but for some unknown reason she couldn't. She drove herself nuts over the fact that she loved him, everything he does drives her insane, but at the same time it causes her to love him even more. She tried to come up with reasons to hate him, but it didn't work. "God, why did he just have to leave like that?" she thought. Another tear slipped down her cheek. She brushed it away. Charlie wouldn't have wanted her to be crying like this. He would have wanted her to remember him by the good, not the bad. She wiped away all her tears and sat there, broken hearted. She missed him already. She had only heard about him a few hours ago, but it seemed like she'd lived without him for years now. He seemed like such a distant memory to her now. His face appeared to her and the waterworks started again. The silent tears slipped away. It soon turned into sobs and Kayla lost control. Not only of her crying, but of her mind as well. "I can't live without him," she thought. "I can't. I won't." Kayla picked up her notebook and her pen. She took away the hate. She tried not to focus too much on the love. She was going to tell him how this world will never be the same without him. He really was an honored Marine. She was proud of him. He fought for her freedom, ever though it cut his short. She put her pen to the paper and began to write a new letter. To Be Continued...
Thx! Lol. This is an actual letter that I wrote. He's a Marine. Kayla is actually me >_< but Josh (the Marine) didn't rlly die. The nxt letter I never really wrote. I added it for show lol. But yeah. This is a real letter I wrote.
"Dear Charlie, You taught me to number my days and count every moment before it slips away. You took the beauty and color of a situation before it fades to gray. The difference between us? I could take the gray. I could take the rain tht fell so shamelessly on your empty house. It just didn't bother me. I could take the tears that rolled down my cheeks as I thought of you. I needed to let them out. But you, you wouldn't cry one shameful tear. See, I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while. Even though going on with you gone still upsets me, there are days that I pretend that I'm okay. What hurt me the most though was being so close to you, yet so far away. I had so much to say to you as you walked away. I'll now never know what could have been. I see now that all I was trying to do was love you. It took me a long time to realize, but yes, that's what I was doing. Now, it's so hard to force that smile when I see your friends, yet I'm alone. It's so hard living with this regret. If I could do it all over, I would say all the words in my heart that I left behind..." Kayla looked back down at her letter and smiled. She really didn't want to smile. She wanted to just cry until she could cry no more. She wanted to just let herself crumble, but she couldn't. Well, that short lived "strength" was soon worn out. Kayla started remembering everything that he did for her. She remembered the times that he would wait for her outside of the locker room just so that he could walk her to her mom's car. It was only two minutes with her, but it was "two minutes longer with my girl" he would tell her. She remembered the times that she would forget money for something and her would tell her "It's on me. I planned on paying for you anyway." She remembered when he would text her saying that she looked beautiful today, but he would be admiring her from afar. She was going to miss all the little things that he did for her. The tears started silently flowing once more. This time, however, she didn't try to fight them. She let them flow freely. She wasn't cryin out of hate. She wasn't crying out of love either. She was crying out of loss. She had lost the person in her life that had done the most damage, yet healed all her long lived scars. Kayla looked at the second letter and decided to tell Charlie about her and her tears. That was the last she would speak to him. He had to know that she wouldn't just forget him. She wouldn't just say "oh well, he's gone." No, he had made the emotionally numb girl finally crack. He made her cry for the first time in a long, long time. He deserved to know so. "Charlie, I can't just pretend that I'm okay with this all. I can't continue to tell myself that nothing is wrong! My God, is it over yet? Can I please finally open my eyes? Charlie, my beloved Charlie, is this what it feels like to really cry?"
Sorry Charlie! That was the intended ending before you even asked. Lol. If you want to be in my next story, I won't kill you off