Skyler — Letter 2 of 7 — Why Would She?
The writer is 17, a girl - Skyler, and she likes to sleep alone barring that day she slept with a boy. I take my school shirt off & pull on my three-year-old grey T-shirt. It has cigarette burn holes, teenage soul & awkward stories. I like this T. ‘It’s front to back.’ My mom’s words float as she walks through the house’s living room. The clock’s needle has crossed 11 & moon is looking out for us. I hear the click of the door and the faint grunt of her car 13 1/3 seconds later. I will have the house to myself tonight – a routine occurrence. I look into the mirror and it confirms mom’s observation. I don’t flip the T back. I’m distracted. ‘Why Would She?’ those words have been revolving in my head since 7.07 O’clock. I lay on the floor. The ceiling reads ‘Why would she?’ I let my eyes close & still a tear breaks away. I’m not sentimental and rarely something gets inside me and pulls out a tear. Today, something got to me. It really did. ‘It’s 7 th – wher