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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Emotional · #1028848
this is the almost tragic tell of myra and her twin friedns
Oh me, oh Myra

Dear princess,

Half the night I waste thinking of

you, you’re always on my mind. I have to know if

we’ll ever get to meet. Each day goes by and

every time I pass thru the halls of our middle

school I wonder how many times we see each other

and not even know it. I know everything about you

but your name. Please! I need to know there is a

chance for me to see you smile. Every letter you

write brightens my day more then the last. Its

been to long to not know. Maybe some day soon

you’ll tell me, but for now ill have to wait just

one more day.

Forever more ill always be your friend


~KAR-smiles

Kelar looked over the email for the 15th

time in a row there was still something not quite

right with it but it would have to do. Some how he

had fallen in love with this girl and yet he

didn’t even know her name. Quickly, before he

could change his mind, he hit the send button.

There went every thing. No turning back now. Oh

goodness, what had he been thinking? Kelar spun

around to the other end of his desk to call his

twin brother Kevin, who was hanging out at a

friends’ house.

* * * * * * *
* * * * *

Myra walked in to the computer room of

her 3 story house. She flicked on the switch then

sauntered to the computer pushing the power button

and waiting for the machine to boot. Once

everything was up and running she opened her

mozllia firefox internet connection. Quickly she

typed in the address to get to her email, and

waited for the page to load. --Ding-- --ding--

--welcome, princesscrazy323-- the computer sang

to her. She saw that KAR-smile had sent her

another email, no dough wanting to know her name

again.

Oh how she wished she had the courage to

tell him but she just couldn’t. If he knew who she


was he wouldn’t talk to her. No one did any ways,

besides Kevin.

Dearest KAR

One day soon we will meet but as

for now we just have to leave things as they are.

Sorry to disappoint you and/or upset you but that

is how life is. Sorry this is a short email but I

have tons of home work talk to you later

Forever, and always

Your friend
~princess

Myra hit the send button then shut down the

computer and rushed off to do all the chores her

mother set her to do which by the judge of things

would take at least an hour and ½ if not more.

* * * * * * *
* * * * *

2 weeks later Kevin confided in

his brother Kaler over his worry of his friend

Myra causes she hadn’t been to school that day and

he was worried cause he knew what her mother was

like and that Myra had attempted suicide, he had

called her at just the right time, he also knew

that Myra was still suicidal. Kevin was so worried

it scared Kelar. It was interesting that Kevin was

worried about Myra killing herself and that in the

last letter that Kaler got from his princess had

been a poem that he figured she had written

herself

Dearest KAR,

Can’t stand to be alone

I’m alone tonight

Can’t stand not having love

I’m not loved

Time after time after time

Life goes on and on again

Never stopping

That’s life

It is unfair and it’s not worth it

So by sunset tomorrow

I may make time stop

If it hurts you I’m sorry

Please forgive me

I didn’t mean to hurt you

Forever, and always, even in
heaven

Your
friend,
Princess
* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Kevin what’s Myras’ email” inquired Kelar

of his older brother.

“It’s princesscrazy3 something at

yahoo.com, why?” responded Kevin.

“Just wanted to see if she would respond

to email for you”

“Don’t bother I’ve already tried to it she

didn’t answer”

What Kevin didn’t know was that Kaler had

gotten a suicide note form his princess and he was

the only one who could save her.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Myra looked out the window in her small

empty bed room; it was getting close to sunset.

She looked at the sharp dagger she had in her

hands. The blade was about as long as a small

paperback book and engraved with the words

‘together in heaven someday we’ll be’ that her

father had left it to her in his will when he

died. She was ready to join him now but wasn’t

sure he would take her back. Anything had to be

better then this life with her mother. She thought

to her self. Slowly and gently she pushed the

blade in to the skin of her left wrist she smiled

as it started to bleed “soon daddy your little

girl will be back with you” she slowly pulled the

blade a crossed the rest of her wrist making a

very deep slice in it. She did the same to the

other wrist and then sat down to wait.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *

½ an hour later Kelar opened the door to Myras’

room and found her nearly passed out on her bed,

he had already called 9-1-1 because he knew what

she had done seeing her covered in blood he ran to

her.

“Princess, please don’t give up on me.

Stay here I need you. You can’t give up you have

so much to live for” he cried “oh, my princess, oh

me, oh Myra don’t die on me”

“KAR is that you?” weakly came Myras’

voice just barely a whisper.

“Yes princess it is”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

5 months had passed from that almost

tragic day. Myra had been taken by family services

and was living with her auntie on the out skirts

of town.

Myra and Kelar had spent hours together working

everything out and they would often have

conversations about going out but never would.

“Oh me, oh Myra, I love you” Kaler

whispered in her ear

“Oh Kelar,” she said pulling away “you

know we couldn’t ever be together after what

happened

“Oh, My. I don’t care” he said pulling her

in to a kiss. “I love you”

Myra smiled “ok, ok you win!” she shouted

and kissed him again not noticing when they move

to French kissing, but just enjoying it.



THE END

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