The Letter: Short Story (Part 1)

Hello, humans. Before anything else, I would like that announce that my new book, I am Victor, is not available in paperback version worldwide. Also, the kindle (eBook) version is now available for free until the 12th of January. So, if you haven’t bought it already, you can now download it for free by clicking here. If you wish to buy the paperback version, you can do so by clicking here or paste this link into a new tab: Ok, now into the short story of today:

Note: This is a work of fiction

I opened my eyes to find that I was lying on a hospital bed. To my left, I saw my friend sitting anxiously on the chair which I presumed to be for the visitors who would spend time to visit me even though I had been a jerk my entire life. Not ever once in my entire life I cared about other people’s feelings but still, people visited me for the next two hours until the nurse who was in charge of taking care of me had enough and declared that I needed sufficient rest of I could end up in the hospital for the rest of my life. The cause would be simple: exhaustion.

Just as I was about to get some shut-eye someone bathed into the room, sending the nurse jumping out off fear and shock. “AAA!” she shouted while jumping up and down, probably fearing that her life was over or simply because she was just too embarrassed for her overreaction. The person threw a large envelope towards me and ran outside in a hurry. Since whoever it was had a mask covering their face, I could make up who it was, not that it matters because there was a name written on the envelope and it wasn’t mine.

“Mark Levitt,” I said out loud, reading the name on the envelope. “That’s not you or me,” the nurse said, walking out probably to report the incident to the security team, not that they would do anything. Ten minutes later, she reenters the room and asked, “Aren’t you gonna open that thing,” the nurse said, pointing towards the envelope. “I can’t tear it open,” I said, signalling that I need to use both hands.

“I will do it for you then,” she said, taking it from the side of the bed where I chucked it after failing to even tear it open by a little bit. “What on earth did this idiot use to glue it together?” grumbled the nurse after the whole process started to get on her nerves. After about ten minutes of trying, she cloud finally open it with the help of a small letter opener that was conveniently in her handbag. “I always forgot that I have one of these,” she said as the took it all.

I wanted to argue that it looked more like a pen-knife but at that point, I couldn’t even think straight, let alone see straight. “What the hell is this?” she asked, holding out a smaller envelop that that placed inside the bigger one. This time, it looked a whole lot easier to open. “Don’t you think it’s too weird to open it?” I asked her. “Oh don’t be ridiculous,” she said, laughing rather hysterically. “It’s perfectly fine,” she declared and before I could command her not to open it, she teared it open, this time effortlessly.

I could see that she was studying the envelop rather closely, as if something tiny but peculiar managed to catch her attention. “It’s shining,” she said, following by the scream of, “Ouch!” as she cut herself. Out of panic and yet again, shock, she dropped the envelope to the ground. Picking it up, she held out a small blade that looks very sharp. Again, she managed to it herself with her clumsiness and what not. I saw a paper on the floor and even with my current state, I could see what was written on it. “Life is precious but it’s more precious when you have only seconds to live,” I read and fair enough, the nurse collapsed, her mouth filled with foam.


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