Hey everyone,
I can barely keep it together right now. I wasn’t planning on posting so soon after last night, but I feel like I’m about to explode. Everything is just… spiraling out of control, and I need to get this out before I lose my mind completely.
This morning, Sarah and I went to visit my aunt and uncle, like I mentioned before. It was her idea, you know? She thought it would help me “find closure” or something. I was on board—I mean, after last night, I was actually starting to feel better. Like, really better. But now… I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of something, and I’m not sure I can pull myself back.
The visit… it was wrong from the start. My aunt and uncle—they looked at me like they were seeing a ghost. I thought they would be happy to see me, but now... they were… scared, I think? Nervous? I don’t even know anymore. They kept glancing at Sarah, like they were trying to figure something out, and then they gave me two envelopes.
The first was just a manila envelope, but what was inside… God, it’s like they’ve been holding onto pieces of a nightmare. Old documents, things I hadn’t seen since I was a kid—before the fire. The pages were brittle, smoke-stained—like they barely escaped the flames. Just touching them felt like reaching back into a past I’d tried so hard to forget. There were photos, scraps of paper with my parents' handwriting, things that shouldn’t exist anymore, but here they are, haunting me all over again.
But that’s not the worst part. The second envelope… It was sealed with wax, the kind my parents used to use for important letters, but the paper was almost pristine. My aunt and uncle exchanged a quick glance before handing it over. Their fingers were trembling as if they were passing along a curse. I thought I caught something—a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly and, for the briefest moment, I could have sworn I saw a smile on Sarah’s face, one that sent a chill down my spine. But when I looked directly at her, it was gone.
When I broke the seal, my hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped it. Seeing my parents’ handwriting again after all these years… it was like a punch to the gut. The letter… I can’t even begin to describe what it says. Not yet. It’s like everything I thought I knew has been turned inside out. They talked about things—about me, about our family—that I can’t make any sense of. It’s disturbing, and it’s making me question everything. There’s so much I’m still trying to process, and I’m not sure what to believe anymore.
But here’s the thing that’s really messing with my head: Ever since I read that letter, nothing feels right. My mind is racing, trying to connect the dots, but the picture that’s forming isn’t the one I wanted to see. And then there’s Sarah… something’s different with her. She’s been distant since we got back. It’s like the person I knew just isn’t there anymore. Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s the stress of everything, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.
I’m sorry if this post seems all over the place—I’m just trying to get it all out before I lose my nerve. I’ll share the letter when I’m ready, but for now, I need to figure out what it all means.
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