A Letter From a Stranger

A Chapter by Egonarc

Story one and part 2

She had flown back with that crazy smile on her face.
Of course I ran after her. Like I could have a possible chance to save her.
I stepped back. With my eyes full of tears that wouldn't run down my face. I saw a letter labeled, "Dear Stranger."
Now that I think about it, I bet she wouldn't of wanted me to read this letter. But I did.
I ran with the letter that I grabbed from her pillar of death. I went all the way home gasping for air as if I was next. Held up to my chest knowing that it was now special. As I got home, I tried my best to act normal; seemed to have worked. I went down to the basement as calm as I could. Sat in front of my bed and stared. The letter,
"should I? Did she know she'd see me?"
Breathe.
I opened the letter to read what was inside.

"Dear stranger, The letter that you have just found is my resting place. A Place Where I was set free. Think I am crazy? Well, you shouldn't. Everyone has something that gives them joy. Death is mine.
Thats the only way to explain it. There have been things that have happened in my life that may have caused me to think this way. Or maybe I was bound to this fate. I wish to believe that this is for the best. The Line has been broken from being alive and Dead. If I go on any longer, I wouldn't be a person that lived in the moment. I would just be someone that's was there.
Really, How I am going like this is kinda funny. I see people walking by and even some police cars. Maybe, its the smile I have on. I really am happy. Thinking a person about to die would be this happy. You don't see that often. So, that's probably why no one told me to get down and write somewhere else.
Life can be a funny joke sometimes.
Yea, life has treated me this way for a long time. Growing up was hard. No one understands how I think or what I've been through. Pretend, Just look away when something is bad. That's how my family is just a big contradiction.
When someone does see though. Goes along the lines of "Your strong or can't believe that happened to you." I feel misunderstood or pitied. There wasn't really anyone I felt that could get who I was.
If I had told anyone what lurked in my head and heart. It would of worried them none stop. Or they would of snapped at me saying hurtful words. That in the end they would of said that they didn't mean them.
I am not writing about the ifs and buts. I've experience so much for just being 18. I didn't think i'd last this long anyway. Many things have happened and I've been close to death many times. I wont describe those moments; those will be my secrets taken to the grave. Beauty that'll last a lifetime. As I close this letter I want to restate, everyone has something that makes them happy. Mine just happens to be Death.
Maybe your life is smoother than mine so, have a good one.
Ps - These people need to be contacted after my death:
651-***-**** say she is gone.
651-***-**** Say she loved you but it was the end for her. she is gone."

The number. The last one was my number. Tears fell down my face as I clenched the letter. I couldn't stop my tears. I tried.
Then I heard footsteps going down the stairs.
"Are you okay?" It was my mom. I think she could hear my crys through the floor. All I could do was hide the letter before she came down. No one will take it away from me.
The Letter written to a stranger was my precious treasure.

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Demeter

Not bad, but I think you need to pace your effects more. As Shirley Jackson said, 'use your seasoning sparingly'. Not that I don't get into the seasoning myself. One thing:
' I bet she wouldn't of wanted me to read this letter.'
Intentional grammar lapse or not ('wouldn't of wanted me' : should be 'wouldn't have wanted me')
But maybe that's your character, or maybe you were writing at speed!
I like your work and definitely will read more of it!