Letter 1

Alexander reads the first letter.

I stare down at the letters. What the hell are these? Did she forget to send them or something? I notice that the letters have numbers on them; but why? 

     I look back towards the door. Mrs. Potters probably must be wondering why the hell I'm taking so long, well I didn't expect to find my sweater and nineteen secretly stashed envelopes along with it, so don't blame me. I rummage through the letters carefully searching for the first one. When I finally find it, my heart drops. It's orange, my favorite color. 

       I grip the envelope in my hand, I'm not sure whether or not I should open it. I mean, I can't just sit here and read all twenty of these, Mrs. Potters will definitely get suspicious. So how do I get all of these out of here without her knowing? I look down at my sweater, oh, I have an idea. 

I grab the letters and stuff them into the corridors of my sweater, folding the material over them when I'm done. I quickly push the box back underneath the bed and stand up.

"Please don't let her find out," I whisper repeatedly underneath my breath as I stroll as casually as I can back downstairs. Mrs. Potters comes out from the kitchen when she hears me come down. 

"Wow, you actually found it." She smiles, clasping her hands together. 

I keep the sweater tucked tightly near my stomach. "Yeah, thanks for letting me inside." I nod, turning to leave. 

"Hey Alexander," She speaks suddenly. 

I stop. Crap, she knows!

"Be careful." She states with an edge in her voice. 

My heart jumps; what? "Um, O-OK, thanks." I reply unsure before racing out the door. 

What was that all about?

**

"Alexander?" My mom calls to me as soon as I step through the door. 

Great, another mom that I have to avoid. I clutch my sweater as I walk into the kitchen. 

"Yeah?" I ask.

She looks at me warily before responding. "Dinner's almost done." 

I nod. "Um, OK. I'm not really that hungry though, so I'll just be upstairs, um, yeah, OK." Wow, good save Alexander; not. 

I quickly run up the stairs into my room and lock the door. After I dump the letters onto my bed, I grab the first one, for some reason I don't hesitate to open it. 

      I gaze down at the folded paper. Why can't I open it? I don't know, maybe because I feel like I stole something mega personal to my dead best friend, oh, or that I'm really f*****g afraid as to what I'm going to find inside. Ugh, just do it already, it's not going to kill you; well, hopefully. 

I lift the paper open with shaky fingers. 

Letter 1

For, not To: Alexander

Status: Not Sent

Hey Al, Alex, Ale, you hated when I called you those names, you always just liked being called Alexander. You never told me why though, usually people like nicknames, but not you, you just really loved Alexander. 

So, Alexander, if you're reading this right now, chances are you've found your long lost sweater. Good, the plan went just how I'd wanted it to. 

Plan? What plan? What the hell is going on?

I've written 20 Letters Alexander. None of them have been sent to the people I wrote them about, but they are all very important. Chances are, by the time you see these, I'm probably going to be dead. My life was really, I don't know how to put this, just really twisted. There were bad people in my life that you knew and that you didn't know Alexander, I never meant to be caught up in all of this. My life just spiraled out of control and now there's no way for me to get out of it. I know there are so many people out to get me. I know.

If I am dead by the time you find these letters, just know, it was not me who did it. Yeah my life was horrible, but I had you, my dad, and that was enough for me. Someone took my life from me Alexander, and I know it's one of the people in these letters. 

You need to find out which one. 

I'm sorry I had to leave you with this, but if by any chance before I die I say that I love you, I really do Alexander, and no, not as a best friend, but as something more. You were the best thing that had ever happened to me. Find my killer OK? Be safe. 

My hands are trembling now. What the hell was that? Why, what?

Julianne was murdered?

 

Author's Note

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