My letter
I usually write stories for pleasure. At one point, I had a really bad day and I just had to write this. I hope you understand...
Just one thing... this letter is not real. Just at one point I really felt really depressed and this writing released all my worries. Didn't want to end on a negative note. Well... What can you do?
If you are reading this, I will be currently being with my new family. The song, one summers day reminds me of old family and all the good times I've had with them. I hope they are doing well without me. The music they play will always be on my mind. I'll never forget the times I've had with them. All those memories have been long since gone. I love my new family as I love my old family. Where are you? How have you been? How are you doing without me? These are the questions I would love to ask my old family if they were around. Do you remember me? Have you forgotten me? So many questions, so little time. I am afraid when this tale ends, I may meet me end. Who knows, I might still alive looking for my purpose. Who knows, maybe you will too. Many people have told to kill myself who knows how many times. I'm Polish, I respect the people who respect me in the same way I respect them. But I'm only half Polish. I've been to go back to my own country which they think is Polish when it is really England. They don't understand the concept the birthplace. If was born in a particular country, that is known as my country or the country I belong. I've always noticed that trouble followed me around. If I had known what was coming next then I would do my best to prevent that happening. But, as usual I was too late. The thing I feared has happened. I was killed. My original family mourned over my death as I was reborn in the human world, as something I recognised. A human house made of stone and cement. I did not know what was wrong because my new body didn't remember anything from my other life before I was born in the human world. Many things have happened and this is probably one of the most confusing for you, but not for me. I believe I belong in both worlds and if I leave one, the world will be in a terrible state then it is now. I have been told that if leave one world, I would either believed to be dead or never existed in that world in the first place. My words have never spoken to anyone. For some reason... All my friends don't believe that I am dead or I have never existed. I'm alive and well, and I exist in flesh and blood. Who would have known? No-one, except for me, my new family and my friends. Everything has been left in my memories if I ever want to see what is inside my mind. I hope this letter reaches you and all the people that I have sent this letter to. I have left this world to live in another one, tell my parents I have run away, they don't believe in parallel worlds and universes. The world/universe I live in is different to my world. This entire planet I am currently in is a forest. It's getting cold. I have learnt how to tell when a season has reached us when the temperature either rises or drops. Since it's getting colder than usual, winter is reaching this world. Good fortune to all worlds that exist.