Last letter from my friend
*Anna's Point of View (POV)*
I am running in the streets.
The street lights are turning off one by one.
I am running faster and faster and trying to escape.
Suddenly, I am at the edge of a mountain cliff."
Someone pushes me from the cliff and I am falling.
I'm looking around for someone to lend a helping hand, but there is no one here to help me.
#Dubhhh#Dubhh
"all of a sudden my body collides with a hard surface"
I realise I roll out of my bed with beads of sweat on my forehead and my neck. I'm breathing heavily and I can feel my heart racing.
To calm myself down, I drink some water and begin thinking about the dream I just had.
I have had this reoccurring nightmare since the day my best friend Ria died.
Ria was my childhood friend. We shared everything, and there were no secrets between us.
We had so many sleepovers and had lots of fun together.
We applied to the same university for undergrad, and we were both accepted. We were supposed to start attending classes at the same college in about a month.
But all of a sudden she left me.
She committed suicide, but I still don't know why.
She was strong, and wealthy, and intelligent too.
My thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the shrill ringing of my cell phone. I look at the phone number flashing on the screen of my phone. It's Ria's landline. I immediately answer the call.
For a fleeting moment, I think it's Ria at the other end of the phone call. Then I remember how impossible that would be as she is no more.
I try to hold back my tears as I answer the phone.
Me: "Hello?"
Mark: "Is this Anna?"
Me: "Yes. Who is this?"
Mark: "This is Mark, Ria's brother."
(A sudden shrill passes through my spine due to the angry tone of his voice.)
Mark: "Are you there?"
Me: "Yes, Mr. Mark."
Mark: "Don't dare to call me by my name."
(I feel frightened when I hear his base angry tone this time.)
Me: "I'm sorry, sir…"
Mark: "I found a letter notes from Ria addressed to you."
Me: "What?"
Mark: "Yes. You will pay for this. Come to my house and collect the letter at once."
Me: "Ok Yes, sir. I will be on my way as soon as possible." I state, still in shock from his call and his tone of voice.
He hangs up the phone.
Mark is Ria's lovely older brother. He's 26 years old.
Two years ago, he had to take over the entire family business after their parents experienced a car accident which took both of their lives. He worked tirelessly and became a top entrepreneur quickly.
I never really spoke to him much, but I do remember him always bringing chocolates for Ria.
Ria and I would share them.
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