Dear Elly,
Remember me honey?
Remember when I visited you for Christmas?
I can't forget that day.
I can't forget that beautiful smile of yours.
Those eyes that shine when you talk about something you love.
Love you honey.
I wrote this for you.
Let's play a game, ok?
In here is a bus ticket.
Go.
In here are fourteen letters, because, obviously, your birthday is on the fourteenth.
You must open each letter once you arrive to the destination it is meant to be opened at.
Don't tell your brother.
I know what he did.
If you do decide to come, a surprise will await you.
Love you, your aunt Eugenia.
Eleanor folded the paper neatly, and placed it in the envelope it came in.
Of course there actually was a bus ticket.
And fourteen more letters in differently colored envelopes.
Eleanor decided to take the bus tomorrow.
Nevertheless, there was still much planning to do.
How would she leave without her twisted brother finding out?
Eleanor browsed through all of her purses, under her mattress, in drawers, in pockets, in pants, everywhere. She looked for money.
Eleanor had no idea how long or how far she would be traveling, so she figured she would need as much money as possible.
Altogether, she gathered five hundred fifty dollars, twelve cents, and a chewed up gum.
She emptied her backpack and filled it with clothes, a blanket, her money, the letters tied together by an overly-stretched rubber band, the ticket, her passport, and her favorite book her aunt Eugenia had given her.
The book was from Eleanor's favorite author: Eugenia Ryden.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Myself
Horror"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." Joseph Conrad ..... Eleanor had spent her whole life with her happy-go-lucky family, at least, until a dark June night. The last day of...
