A few weeks ago I posted the first entry to Aliyah’s Tears, so I thought I’d give you a sneak peek at the next couple this week. This is an early draft and unedited.
Hey, Tori. Bet you can’t guess who this is?
It’s Roxxie. I got your letter and decided you had a point. Not sure I like the cell phone, but…
It’s about time.
I’m easing into the 21st century.
Let’s be real. You aren’t easing. You were dragged kicking and screaming.
Lol. True. I have email, too. I’ll send one so you can log the address.
I know what you mean about Aliyah. I never knew much, either.
Do you know where she went after school?
Nope. But I plan to find out.
I don’t know. I feel weird caring now that she’s dead.
Yeah. Still. Maybe there’s a story there.
Lol. You and your stories. Are you ever gonna finish one?
Eventually. Got to do some research.
Let me know if I can help.
Will do. Well, gotta book. Heading off in the morning.
Where are you heading?
*shrug* Wherever I wind up. 🙂
*sigh* Take me with you.
Pack your bag.
You know I can’t.
I know you won’t.
To: Roxxie Starfall
From: Victoria Carson
Date: February 4 02:14:33 EST
How’s it going wherever you are?
It’s the same here. Well, mostly.
The weirdest thing happened the other day. You remember that bakery downtown? The one that had the orgasmic chocolate chip cookies? Well, the old lady that runs the place is still kicking, so I stopped in for some cookies for me and the kids. You won’t believe who I saw.
It was Aliyah’s brother. It’s odd that I ran into him when I never had before. Of course, I could’ve run into him a billion times and never known it.
Anyway, he was in there getting coffee and saw me. He seemed a bit sad but not broken or anything. I don’t guess he would be since he wasn’t sure if he should even have a funeral or not. He wanted to talk about Aliyah, and I didn’t have the heart to say no. It went something like this.
“I found her journal,” Charles said. “Raymond and Christopher want to just throw it out, but I thought you might want it.” He paused for a moment as if he were uncomfortable.
“The whole thing is letters to you and Roxxie, as far as I can tell.”
My heart stopped. Aliyah had written to me over the years? I couldn’t believe it, and I wished more than anything that she had mailed them instead of putting them in a journal. “Thank you,” I replied. I sighed. “I spent years as her friend, but I don’t feel like I ever got to know her.”
Charles chuckled, but it wasn’t from humor. There was a hard edge to the sound, much like Aliyah’s laughs, that told me far more than he thought. “I don’t think anyone got to know Aliyah. Even as a kid she was closed up. An enigma, Mom always called her.” He paused, and I could picture him shaking his head. “I don’t know. I was thirteen when she was born, so there’s a lot of her life I missed, but the others say she spent most of her time alone. Never went out. Never had a lot of friends.”
We talked for another moment, then arranged for me to pick up the journal.
You said there might be a story in Aliyah’s death, so I wrote it out that way. Remember the stories we used to write in college? God, I miss those days. I wanted so much from my life, Rox, but it just didn’t happen. Now I’m too old and too tired. I wish I could be more like you and just throw caution to the wind and go for it. It’s not like the kids really need me anymore, and I think it’s hurting more than helping for me to stay around. I think they need to be left alone if they’re gonna grow up.
Anyway, I started reading the diary, and you won’t believe the stuff that’s in it. I haven’t had time to get far, but check out some of this. There are some pages sticking out of it that look like they came from some kind of kid’s journal or something. They’re cute, but I can’t imagine the Aliyah we knew having anything like it. It gives a whole new picture of her, and I wish more than ever that we had spent more time getting to know her when she was alive. Why is it that we only come to realize things about a person once they’re dead?
I attached scans of some of the journal pages. Read them and let me know what you think. I think it’s some wacked out shit.