Dear... Letter to Above
Hey Dad,
I don't really know where to start. I really miss you. What's life like up there? It's pretty depressing down here.
I'm struggling with life right now, I don't really know where I am. Haha, don't worry, I'm still going to school (though I still get to school late); remember when you used to bring me to school? We were basically late everyday too. I would've never thought those memories would be the ones I'm missing the most right now. I really, really do miss you. Remember when my sister used to call you when you were away for treatments? Yea, I still remember that. I feel stupid for not calling you then. I guess I was afraid of the attachments I would have with you if I called you everyday.
How's mom you ask?
She still misses you very much, but she's been recovering. She's been trying out different activities, spending her time and relaxing. She and I get into stupid fights all the time, but I guess that's the process of growing up.
My sister and I, we have been in pretty good terms these past few years. I'd say we're doing decent.
How am I?
I think I'm doing fine. Sometimes I feel like screaming until my voice cracks. During these past few years, I've learned that humans aren't really decent people. They really do laugh at you at your worst times. I didn't want their pity when you passed away, I wanted words of encouragement. Words like, "I'm sorry" or "I hope you're okay" never "You'll do fine" and "I'll help you through this". The words that came out of those people were never actions, just questions. Questions about how I'll be doing, how I'll live. Those condescending words that comes out of their mouth, really makes them look like demons. Their vile smiles. I really can't stand them. I don't think anyone has ever asked how I have been doing. Sometimes I feel like, if someone, anyone, just one person, if they only ask how I was doing. I'd break down. While you were gone, one of my friends also experienced something alike, they asked me "Why is this happening to me?", "Why is this happening only to me?", “Why at this time?” I was left in shock. Why were they asking me "why them?" I also experienced it. Why me?
I'd say I've lost faith in my friends.