Lestat:
I never really thought much about death or dying until now. It's like now I'm consumed by it. It has hit me right between the eyes, Lestat, and I'm afraid the wound will never heal. It's so fresh and the pain so intense. I just don't know what to do.
I think about my father all the time, especially now that both my 18th birthday and graduation are so close. I think about all the things we won't do together, things I won't be able to share with him: stupid stuff, important stuff, just stuff. It's just so unfair. I should have spent more time with him. I should have said I Love You more. There are just all these things that I should have done with him...I guess I just thought he'd be here, ya know?
Now, when I see photos of him in the house, they are like reminders of the loss. Sometimes I think we should box them all up until the pain goes away, but I'm wondering if this emptiness will ever go away? I wonder if I will ever feel normal again? Is this my new normal?
~ Chloe
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Letters to Lestat
Teen FictionAfter reading Anne Rice's "The Vampire Lestat" two years ago in summer camp, Chloe Branson became so captivated by the story that she began scribing a series of letters to the imaginary vampire character in hopes that, through some stroke of magic...
