This Write on Edge talked about writing long hand. Most writers use the computer, but every so often it's nice to break out the pen and paper and get the story written that way. The prompt this week was in 500 words or less, write a stand alone scene involving a handwritten letter.
There is a scene in Being Vampire where Drew reads a letter he wrote to himself. The letter itself is a bit of a spoiler so I thought I'd try to write the moment he actually composes the letter.
The house above was silent. Both my parents were asleep. I should be resting. I would need my energy for tomorrow. But I couldn't close my eyes and drift away. I lay on my futon bed in the basement, staring at the cement ceiling. My thoughts churned slowly.
Tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow, everything would change. It was strange, normally, change terrified me. My mind always struggled to comprehend even the smallest of changes. Maybe the aversion was my instincts trying to protect me. Change could be dangerous so I unconsciously recoiled from it. But this change was different. I wanted it. Was that why it didn't scare me? I couldn't fear something I wanted.
Despite how much I wanted this change, I was still uncertain about tomorrow. What would happen? How would he feel afterwards? Would he remember the past four years or forget?
I sat up from my bed, bunching the blanket in my hands. That was the real reason I couldn't relax and rest. Tomorrow everything would change, and I had no idea how much he would remember. Would memories come back while others disappeared?
My gaze turned to the shelf next to my TV. My little brother smiled at me from one of the picture frames. I rose and moved to shelf, picking up the picture. Would he know four years ago I caused my little brother's death? Would he feel guilt I felt? Deep down, a squirming feeling told me yes. The memories would fade but not the guilt.
That wasn't right. The guilt should remain with me. It was my burden to carry. Not his.
I slipped upstairs like a ghost. The curtains were pull shut, making the living room dark despite the day. A few times, my gaze nervously flitted to the curtains and the danger that lay shining on the other side, illuminating the world. Tomorrow that danger wouldn't matter. The sun couldn't hurt him.
What would that be like, I mused. Pity I'd never know.
I found some paper and a pen and headed back to my basement bedroom, finding a DVD case to use as a hard surface. The pen hovered over the crisp white paper a moment. My thoughts briefly turned to my parents. I scribbled down a small note to them. I didn't want them to feel guilty if things went wrong. This was my choice after all. That out of the way, I focused on what to say to him if tomorrow went as planned.
"To myself, hopefully I'm..."
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