Coming Home? (Part 3)A Story by Closed AccountPart 3!!!! There's gonna be an epilogue-type thing that shows what happens after, cuz I think that this is gonna be the last part (Finally!!) The weeks ahead were hard. But the weeks
turned to months quickly. Before I knew it, December had rolled around. Mid
terms were starting soon, and we still hadn’t heard anything more about Nate.
In my mind, images flashed, first with his smiling face, and then next, to him
lying in a road, covered in blood. I still cried every night, praying for his
safe return, but I was starting to lose hope, more and more every day. Everyday on announcements, they had a
picture of Nate, telling everyone to keep him in their thoughts. I’d learned to
figure out how to avoid watching announcements, by going to the bathroom, or
finding some excuse to go to the front office, just so I didn’t have to see it.
But I couldn’t avoid thoughts of him all day long. Random people continued to
come up to me, asking why he was always featured on the announcements, and
asking how he was. I told them as best I could about his situation, and how we
were unsure where he was or how he was. And then there were the rumors. It was started 2 days after the first time
he was featured on announcements. Someone told me that it was started by a sophomore
who’d had a crush on Nate back when he was still in school. She (or whoever had
started the rumor) has told everyone she could that Nate wasn’t really missing.
And that he’d never really gone into the army. Only that he’d pretended to,
getting on a flight, and flying half way around the world to meet his “lover.”
He’d faked the official letter to his family telling them he was MIA, including
a fake address. And that he was using me all along, to keep him busy until he
could leave and be with his “true love.” Thankfully, the rumor was squashed by my
friends. I’d be creating a space between us all, starting the days after I’d
heard the news. But they were still there for me, thankfully. Mid terms started without fail. I had a chemistry
and an English exam on the first day. I got through them without a problem, and
rushed home that morning, with a headache. (that’s one good thing about exams:
Half days of school) I wasn’t expecting to see a package in the mail box,
addressed to me. It looked oddly familiar, but I could think of where I’d seen
it before. I put it aside in my room until later that afternoon, putting my
studies ahead of it. When I finally opened it, I was shocked at what I found. Inside the box were 28 envelopes, addressed
to me, all in Nate’s handwriting. Before I could open the first one, my cell
phone rang. I recognized the number immediately. It was Nate’s… © 2010 Closed AccountAuthor's Note
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