A letter in the Cracks

 

 

It all started with a letter…

 

I stood there in the hallway, day dreaming. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but I simply couldn’t remember a thing and my daydreams were all I had. It’s amazing how many friends you are left with after you forget who they are.

 

Ever wish you could start over? I had to! I didn’t remember any of my past, and the doctors said I never would.

 

So I stood there, tugging at the buttons of my black jacket, yanking down the bottom of my black shirt and pushing back a stray brown hair. I wondered if the past me would have scolded me for the changes and sighed, this wasn’t easy.

 

“You’re going to wear that, sweetie???” It was hard for her as well. I felt no attachment to this woman whatsoever and I think she felt it.

 

“Not my usual attire?” I guessed.

 

She smiled halfheartedly, “just thought you might like to add some color.”

 

The bell rang and snapped me out of my delusions of this morning. Everyone started hurrying off in their separate directions. If the past me didn’t hate school as well, then I’d have to call myself crazy! That thought made me smile.

 

It was fourth period when I found the envelope lying on my desk, abandoned…or so I thought, but when I neared it I saw that it was my name sprawled at the top.

 

Sam...The red letters held me captive and for a moment I hesitated. Who would send me, of all people a letter? I pushed the letter to the far corner of my desk and placed my notebook over it and sat down. I was more than a little curious but I didn’t want anyone to see me open it, especially not the teacher.

 

Mrs. Wangle “all about angles” was a strict lady, and if it didn’t pertain to math, it was going in the trash…no questions about that.

 

When lunch time came around I headed over to the library, my haven. I sat in my usual seat and took out the letter. To open it or not to open it…there was no need for that question!

 

So I read.

 

 

Dear you…

 

I can’t believe you can walk around smiling after what you did to me. How can you just pass me by and pretend you don’t know me. Am I that worthless to you?

A friend.

 

 

I didn’t understand…either this was a cruel joke, and someone was going to pop out and say, “Ha ha, the freak can’t remember anything!” (I could almost picture that) or I had really wronged someone in some way. I couldn’t stomach that.

 

I didn’t know what to do, but I figured it could only end the way it started, with a letter. So I took out a paper and a blue pen and wrote.

 

 

Dear friend,

 

Seeing as I can’t remember a thing, why don’t you refresh my memory.

 

Me.

 

 

I stared at my letter and question if I should even leave it, why give who ever this “friend” was any satisfaction. A part of me needed to know, the thing I hated the most in the world was, not knowing. So I folded up the letter and wrote friend? across the top.

 

All the way home I could only think about what the response would be and if I would get one. Who could it be? What had I done? Even If it was only a joke or if it wasn’t…I didn’t think I’d ever be able to smile again.

 

 

Reviews

[Encore]

"Mrs. Wangle "all about angles" was a strict lady, and if it didn't pertain to math, it was going in the trash�no questions about that."
That is so true.. I've got teachers like that. Your phrasing was priceless.
I really want to know what happened to this Sam character. I don't even know the gender! You've made is so mysterious, yet you reveal so much. Kudos.

[Samuel Dickens]

This is some really excellent writing, unspokenguilt. Not a fault did I find. Will you continue the story? It has very good potential, you know.