Dear Ally,
I don't know what to do anymore.
Mom just sits here all day, staring at the wall, wishing that this didn't have to happen. It's been six months now, but the wound is still fresh. The slightest thing cuts the wound open, and soon enough our eyes are watering up.
I just wish everything could go back to normal.
I still miss you,
Scarlet
YOU ARE READING
Broken Words of a Broken Girl
Short StoryThoughts in our minds are often just lost in time. These are the one thrown away. The ones that disappeared, never to be seen again. The letters to Ally.
