Writing in the Rain

(I wrote this while an actual storm was happening where I live. For some reason, I really enjoy the concept of keeping yourself busy during the rain, that being the reason as to why this story was born.)

Genre: Drama, Psychological

To the person who’s currently reading this (if anyone), I appreciate you taking your time to acknowledge my letter.

I know that doesn’t sound like a lot, but I humbly give my gratitude to you.

As of the time of writing this, I am currently within my new home, with a giant storm outside. The storm’s been going on for days, maybe even weeks. As it stands, no one’s been able to free themselves of confinement for a very long time. Of course, I am one of these people. And because of that, I took the liberty to write many letters through these times. Although I’ve done that, this will be the only one that will be published to the internet for personal reasons.

For an introduction (that will not matter once this letter is done), Mikayla Mora is my name. As a 16-year-old girl, I currently attend high school. My looks don’t stand out, as I have long brown hair and light brown eyes.

Even though I say that I attend high school I haven’t been to school for 3 months. And that’s the real reason why I’m writing this letter: to talk about my current situation.

My other letters have just been things I write to make myself feel better, but this one is written because…well, I got to be honest: I need help.

I know it’s extremely cliché to always bring up your backstory of being bullied or abused in school, but there’s no other way for me to tell my story without that.

I’ve basically always been abused by my parents. Up to this day, I really don’t know why, but my parents have always beaten me to the point of internal injury. Students from my school, starting with my final year of middle school, have always been either beating me as well, or stealing my belongings.

I’ve been trying to survive these terrifying times, but my parents refuse to stop. They keep telling me to stop being such a dumb girl and do better for myself; that I should return to school once this storm clears up (if ever.)

The world is literally flooding. The entire city in which I live has been 90% flooded. The only reason I’m alive is because we’ve been transferred to some sort of “ships” on the sky. They feel very similar to the kind of ships you see in those sci-fi movies. It’s sort of interesting.

Wait, I’m getting off topic. Right, my stupid parents.

This is exactly what they did to my other siblings, to my 2 older sisters and 1 older brother, which is the reason as to why they…left them.

The only reason I haven’t been able to do so is because I’m still a teenager. My siblings have been trying to take me from them, but my parents don’t budge; you don’t want to know what they’ve done to them to prevent them from doing so.

Something I’ve always wondered is just: Why? What do you get from beating your CHILDREN?

And let’s not even talk about my school. From what I understand, my parents literally HIRED SOMEONE to break my friendships and to destroy me physically, mentally, and emotionally.

That’s why I’ve needed to start writing the other letters. I call them letters, but they’re more like “diary entries.”

As it stands, I think I have around 210 entries, with this one being the 211th one. They mostly talk about my feelings and how I want both my mother and my father to do some things that are better not said. Seriously though, how else am I supposed to help myself? I DON’T HAVE ANYONE TO TALK TO!!!

Well, I could try calling my siblings, but of course, my fucking parents would burst into anger if they found out I was attempting to escape from them. Oh, don’t worry, mother and father, I will escape…

That’s probably the reason as to why I’m so fucking unstable right now.

I swear…I just can’t anymore…I need someone to save me…save me from this bubble surrounded by chains…

But there’s no way to do that. Well…that’s a lie. There actually is…the method I will be using.

As someone who’s one of the 1 billion people left on Earth currently living in the sky, no one will remember being once I accomplish this plan, which will be absolutely perfect.

All I have to do is not only post this letter online, but also physically print it and give a handful of people (that includes the shitty people that raised me) a copy, so they can read it and cry afterwards.

Though, If I have to be completely honest, I’ve been having second thoughts about this plan.

Even considering the fact that it’s been extremely though out, and I doubt it’ll fail, it’s still extremely terrifying to actually pull off.

No…I can’t say that.

I refuse to let anyone else stop me…including myself.

Before I leave to accomplish my plan, I will be leaving you with some final words. The final words you people will ever hear me say.

It doesn’t matter that you never told me the reason…I will find it out myself.

No matter what…I WILL get my revenge.

“Oh, but that’s impossible!” Is that what you’re currently thinking, my fellow reader?

Hehehe…you don’t have a thing to doubt…I’ll come out on top.

All of you have always thought about me as an “underdog.” As someone who will never win anything, no matter what.

Why have you thought that? Is it because you think of yourself as superior? Is it because I’m a woman? That means NOTHING!

As my true final words, I leave the reader with the following address and names:

67th Neutral Ship over 254 Avenue in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

Mother’s information:

Name: Diana Mora

Age: 34

Appearance: Short, brown hair and black eyes. 

Height: 4’11”

Father’s information:

Name: Michael Mora

Age: 37

Appearance: Tall. Long, black hair and light brown eyes. 

Height: 6’4”

My information:

Name: Mikayla Mora

Age: 16

Appearance: Short. Long, brown hair and light brown eyes. 

Height: 5’1”.

That’s all I’ll leave you with. If you find my address, you’ll know what to do…

Now, it’s time to accomplish my plan…

I can’t be on Earth anymore.

I must do it…I must leave this world.

Even if it means leaving behind my “foreseeable future” …

I promise I’ll return…and get my revenge!

But as of now…it’s time…

Time…to take my own life.