Page 57 of Bound by Wreckage
Or someone gave them to him.
It’s a question I don’t want the answer to because that would mean I’m with Buck to ask it. All this time I’ve had them, but have been too terrified to open them.
I’m tired of being terrified.
I’m tired of living a life where I’m looking behind my back every few seconds.
I’m tired of panicking over sounds that normal people wouldn’t be bothered by. The air conditioner clicking on is one of them. Door handles rattling is another.
I’m just exhausted in general.
Pulling out a letter addressed to me, the paper is worn and folded into thirds. Opening it, my mother’s handwritingstares back at me and tears fall from my eyes. Damn, I miss her. If only I hadn’t been driving that night, she’d still be here.
My sweet girl,
The world isa vast place filled with possibilities. You know after your father died, I lost my way for a while, but did the best I could with you.
Some of the choices I’ve made, I would change, but for the most part Ilearned from those experiences as will you.
There will be times in life that you don’t know what to do or where to look.
You will be low and not feel like there is a way through the madness that can be life.
You can.
You will.
Each obstacle you come across is just that—an obstacle. You can maneuver around it. You just have to be smarter than it and power through.
It won’t be easy, but nothing in life worth having ever is.
You can do this. You are strong. I raised you that way.
Live free.
Love you,
Mom
I needto make some decisions and make them fast. Fuck Buck. A bullet between the eyes would surely stop him.
