My Dear Liars,
I write this from my lonely hospital bed in
Connecticut, where I was treated for the injuries I received from whatever happened
in summer fifteen. I have sent many emails to all of you while I was away in
Europe, but no response. Not a single one. I thought that I could count on my
cousins and best friends for support during a difficult time while being away
with my awful father. All I wanted was a simple email back just acknowledging
that you have been receiving my messages. Especially you, Johnny. I only ever
wanted answers to my questions. Once I returned to Beechwood, everyone was
distant. Mirren my best friend, you claimed of being sick and never left Cuddledown.
Johnny, my silly, carefree cousin, you refused to go boating or cliff diving
like we did when we were kids. And Gat, my soulmate, you were to worried about
my grandfather that I felt ignored the whole summer. This is my letter you all
of you Liars, asking why?
To Mirren,
I never
understood why you never left the house and why you never came to family lunch
with grandfather. I tried so hard to reconnect with you after my accident, but
you never opened up. I felt closed off and alone when all I really needed was
my best friend. I wanted to gossip about the aunties and the boys, like we used
to before summer fifteen. Why didn’t you tell me what happened that summer
before my accident that changed everything? Everyone knew I had amnesia and I was
treated differently because of it. All I wanted were for things in Beechwood to
go back to normal and for you to be my best friend again. I wanted you to be
there for me when I had my bad days and help me get off my Percocet. Without
you, my pain medication and mummy’s bottle of vodka were I had. I just needed
my Mirren back, and now that I know what happened summer fifteen, I never will.
To Johnny,
I know
we had our conflicts about grandfather and his inheritance, but I still love
you. You were my fun, crazy cousin that always knew how to have a good time. I
remember going across the lake in our miniature speed boats that granddad had
bought for our twelfth birthdays. Everything was simpler then. I wish we could
rewind summer fifteen and not do all the stupid things we did. Even though it wasn’t
your idea, you still went along with it because that’s just who you are. I wish
you would have told me about my accident sooner, Johnny. I know now that you
were just scared of the consequences, but granddad always protects his eldest.
Why didn’t you return any of my emails about Gat? How long would it really take
to type a simple response? I only wanted to know if he was alright. Now I will
never know how Gat is doing because you’re gone, like the rest of them.
To Gat,
I am
most disappointed in you. I thought what we had was something real and big.
After my accident, I emailed so many times and never got one response. I was
starting to think that I had imagined our relationship but my feelings were too
strong to ignore. When I came back to Beechwood, summer seventeen was underway.
I saw your face and I knew I wasn’t lying to myself. We loved each other, Gat. You
were mine and I was yours. But the only thing you were worried about was what
my grandfather thought about us. I tried telling you it didn’t matter what he
thought, but you wouldn’t let it go. You felt inferior to our family, even
though I only saw you as superior. You were intelligent, passionate and caring,
unlike so many members of my family. We could have been everything Gat, but now
I will have to wait a lifetime to be with you again.
I hope
you all understand why I am writing this to you. I know I won’t ever receive
responses to my questions but I needed to ask them, for my own sanity.
Your Fellow Liar,
Cadence
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