UPDATE:
I wasn’t planning to post again so soon, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. The letter… it’s been burning a hole in my mind since I opened it, and I feel like I’m going to lose it if I don’t get it out. Maybe typing it out will help me make sense of it, or maybe you all can help me understand what the hell my parents were trying to tell me.
Here it is. God, I hope I’m wrong about what this means.
Dear [my name],
We cannot know the circumstances under which you will receive this letter, but we need you to understand: what we are about to share is the truth—the truth that was stolen from you by those who fear what you might become.
We did not abandon you by choice. You were torn from us that night, but nothing can sever the bond we share or erase the purpose that flows through your veins. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? In the corners of your mind, in the moments when the world slips away —these are glimpses of the reality that lies just beyond the illusions you’ve been taught to accept.
Do not fear what lies within you. Embrace it. Trust your instincts. The world you’ve known is a shadow of the truth. Seek the fragments of your memories. Trust in what you felt, in what you saw. You were chosen for this, and no matter what they do, they cannot change your destiny.
You were never meant to carry this burden alone. We will find a way back to you. Until then, stay strong, and remember who you are. With all our love and faith in you,
Mother and Father
There are other documents they gave me, too—brittle, stained from the fire. I haven’t gone through them yet. I’m scared of what I’ll find, but at the same time, I feel like I have to. Like this is something I can’t walk away from, no matter how much I might want to.
God help me. Sarah is not okay. I don't know what's going on.
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