I open my eyes, lying in my bed. I have huge headache from being at the hospital all day yesterday. My ears are still recovering from the explosion. Yesterday, when I got home from the hospital Mom asked why I was out and I told her that we were all hanging out. She thinks it all happened at 7am. I hate lying to her but I have to. I can never speak of what happened ever again. On the way home we drove past what use to be Cyndi’s house. Now it’s just a bunch of rubble. Everything they ever owned, built, or set foot on was destroyed in the explosion.
I get up to walk downstairs when I notice something on my dresser that wasn’t there before. It’s white and rectangle shaped. As I get closer I notice it’s an envelope, which is weird because I have never seen it there until just now. I pick it up and open it, inside is a folded piece of paper—folded just perfectly as if an angel folded it. I open it up and glance at it. The handwriting is perfect to scale. I begin to read:
Derrick,
I hope you are doing alright. You and Stephanie did a very brave thing that will never be forgotten. The house and everything has been destroyed, children can now live free in your neighborhood and world. As for me, I am in a much better place now thanks to you. As for John, he is not with me. He ceases to exist anymore, he’s gone forever. Thank you for all you have done, I will never forget you or your friends.
Your Angel from Above,
Cyndi
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The Tree House
Short StoryI stand in complete shock not knowing what to do or even say. My best friend just got taken by a murderer! I can’t even imagine where he could be right now. Is he alive? Is he dead? There's only one way to find out...
