Dear Emily,

A short story about a young tragic love with an unstable boy in it.

Dear Emily,

Dear Emily,
How did we let things get like this? I loved you. Do you remember the time we snuck out in high school and stayed out as the night moved on, and we grew closer? God we did have some great times together. Some times that for me are unforgettable but seem all but forgotten by you. As I know and you as well, I was in a dark place when we met. I had been dealing with the loss of my father who had died from a stoke that year, not to mention the fact that my mother had gone back to prison. Sure I was living with my loving grandparents but God knows that I still wished I had my parents. That year was hell accompanied by endless agony for myself. When I moved into my grandmas house in Maryland I had no friends, absolutely none. I had just moved from Ypsilanti, Michigan so I was in a whole new environment completely. This was nerve racking for me especially because I was not a social butterfly, but more of a sad repressed ugly caterpillar waiting to be eaten by a bird. At least then I would have served a purpose, even if that purpose was as small as a Hawks next meal. That's how low things were getting. When I began to attend Pearl Bailey high school I became even more weary and unsure of what lied ahead for me. I tried as hard as I could to start off right, anyways this was a new start and I could gain more popularity, and friends from this move. I guess that point of view had a little more of an optimistic feel to it. My first two classes of the day were already s**t. Right as I arrived at school I had to attend Phys Ed, yeah cause every sophomore wants a great workout in the morning, I think I'll pass. Next I had geometry with Mr.Beaster and that wasn't much better. Mr.Beaster was a rather short old man who kept a long gray ponytail that was way past its expiration date. You remember him, don't you? If I recall correctly we awkwardly made conversation about him on our first real date. This letter really has me overcome with nostalgia. Anyways let's get back on topic shall we? My next class was 3rd period with Ms.Johnson. The first day I sat in that class I was filled with dread and fright about how this course would be. I assumed position in the back of the class room, and sat with my hand supporting my face, I was as bored as ever. But then you walked in, you, Emily Baxter. You were the most beautiful girl that I had ever gazed upon, nothing compared to your features in the slightest. I always had believed in love at first sight, and something made me believe we had it when I felt your look matching mine. Time was slowed for a duration as a captured your smile in my mind, as I archived that image that I thought I would never want to let go of. I thought about you and about what it would be like to be with you for the rest of the day. Needless to say that particular day dreaming session was pretty great. I spent most of my time the rest of that introduction week of being the "new kid" trying to find a way to approach you or actually even build up the confidence to ask for your name, hell that's all I thought about aside of school work. Slowly you turned to an obsession for me Emily, you became the forbidden fruit in the jungle we called high school. I lusted over you, I fantasized about being with you. I was convinced you were the one. I started to follow your school bus home everyday, and I watched your daily activities. I couldn't believe I was doing this but then again, it felt so right. I had become infatuated with you and now I couldn't just fantasize anymore. My imagination was no longer enough to quench my thirst for you. I finally decided to ask you on a date. I waited for 3rd our anxiously the next day. I couldn't believe I was going through with it, but I was over joyed that I was. When we started to engage in our normal group activities for the day I waited till I felt the time was right and I found a way to excuse myself from my group mates, I then made my way to your desk through the sea of wandering adolescence. I began to speak "Hey Emily" you looked at me with a smile, you seemed pleased by my presence and eagerness to talk with you. "Hey what's up.." "Jonathan" I said cutting you off because you obviously didn't know my name " I know, you just had to let me finish" you exclaimed while chuckling. "Well any how, I was suppose to go with my friend to the carnival tomorrow but he flaked out, so would you like to go with me?" My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe I finally asked you. I instantly found relief in asking you, I honestly felt pretty happy with myself. My happiness was quickly drained as I noticed some people around your table laughing. I became beat red and just waited for a response. You shot me down. You made up some story about how you were suppose to help your mom in the garden that day or whatever bullshit you were muttering. I didn't buy it. I went home that day and thought about the interaction we shared over and over, it played through out my head like a broken record. The laughing, the excuse all of it was bullshit. This on top of my fathers death and my mothers departure was just to much for me to handle all at once, it was all to overwhelming. I stupidly got drunk that night, and decided I'd text you my whole life story expecting some pity or maybe a date just because you felt bad for me, that isn't what happened though. You leaked this information I decided to discuss with you and now I was the punchline of every joke around the school. So many jokes were slung at me, especially ones about my mom. I ended up going home early that day. I was angry, no that isn't enough to to describe it. I was furious and ready to take matters into my own hands. I went back to the school the next day with a hole different attitude. I wasn't taking that abuse and hazing everyone was giving me anymore. When 3rd hour came I walked up to you, I could already see everyone smirking. "Hey, can we talk?" I said sounding somewhat irritated, "what? You can say it right here" she replied
" your a real b***h Emily Baxter" I said to you. I had also found out the night before that you had gone to the local skating rink all night, so that garden story was bullshit.. Just like I said. I had gone on to yell at you in pure anger until Mr.Johnson sent me to the hall. I ended up getting lunch detention, thanks I guess. Later in the hall you decided you wanted to stop me though. "Why did you decide to get all bitchy with me in class?" you asked me. "I'm the nicest guy ever, and you didn't even wanna give me a chance, not even a chance." You looked at me for a short second then opened your mouth to speak and almost stuttered like you couldn't push the words out for a second "well maybe I was wrong"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You handed me a folded up blue sticky note. It had your number on it. Holy s**t, what just happened I thought. I was the biggest f*****g dick, and you liked it? Wow I had that flirting thing wrong for awhile. I texted you that night. We talked for awhile, and we shared a lot of common interests. We both shared our favorite band which was Led Zeppelin, in fact we listened to "the dark side of the moon" while talking for hours the first time I came over. We also both enjoyed reading, we texted back in forth till 2 am about "war of the worlds" a novel we both greatly enjoyed, do you remember Emily? Because I sure do. We hung out everyday for the whole next week. The moment that really made me fall for you was when we snuck out on the crisp fall night and went to the park on textile road. You forgot a jacket and you were shaking in the cold October wind. I grabbed your upper arm to talk to you and felt the goosebumps, I still remember how your arm felt so vividly. You were so cold, I insisted that you wear my hoodie. We sat in the night exchanging chit chat until we ran out of things to discuss. It was silent as we stared up into the full moon. I moved closer to you, and you looked into my eyes. I kissed you spontaneously. Everything felt right. I held you for the rest of the night, and we watched the sun rise over the tree line by the soccer fields. I walked you home and we began to talk. " I had a really great time with you" she said. "I always have a great time with you" I replied as I grabbed your hand. You smiled and we just looked at each other for a second. To break the silence you started to taking my hoodie off, I told you to keep it. I didn't know how to end such a perfect night so I just walked away. Time went by as we were together so quickly. We enjoyed our time together for the remainder of the school year, and the summer that followed. But Then that f*****g night happened. Oh my god why did you go and do that? I couldn't even believe it. You went to your ex boyfriends house, Michael Moore. I should have know something was up when you weren't answering my texts, but I trusted you. Stupid mistake right? You say nothing happened, but you fucked him didn't you? I bet you did. Needless to say, we split up after that, I'm sure you remember. I would have moved on but no. You weren't even hurt Emily. You just moved on from me like it was nothing. I was in agonizing heart break and was emotionally distraught, but you, you had dated 4 more guys only in 2 months time of our separation. This pricked at my nerves like a needle, it filled me with rage and anger. Which brings me to this. You're reading this note in your bedroom right now, at this very moment, but you don't even realize it yet. Well let me let you in on the secret. Since I followed you that short while in sophomore year and studied your actives so precisely, I knew your routine. You always went through the sliding door on the side of your house after school and you were always to negligent, and to in a hurry to lock that door again. Well tonight you left with a group of friends to go to the movies and I slipped in uninvited. I placed this note on your desk knowing you would read it when you got here. Emily I just want you to know I loved you, I truly did, but you drove me to this. This is all your fault. My advice is don't turn around, it's better that way just please understand my decision.
"I love you Emily"

Author's Note

I haven't read over for errors yet so ignore spelling errors, just looking for feedback

Reviews

[Tempeste Mavys]

I like the voice you gave the writer but I'd consider indenting and double spacing the whole thing plus when you go to edit I would try to weed out the unnecessary bits and shorten it up a tad