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The last letter from Cassie

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Sam sat on the bed, staring at the ground. It had ten years from the fifth wave, and he still got the shivers thinking about it.

A soft knock at the door startled him from his day dream.

"Yes?" He said hoarsely.

Ben popped his head through the door, and looked at the ground, "Hey Nugget, well, your not really nugget anymore." He chuckled. Ben was 26 now, and very handsome. Cassie would have loved....

Sam broke into tears, Ben looked sadly at the ground, "Sorry, if I brought up any-" He blushed and became angry, "Sam, we all miss her, but you can't put your life down for her's, she would not have been happy to know that you are acting like this any way! It sucks to have one of our best fighters act like this, it just really pisses me off! Ok, so just stop!"

"You have no place in telling me of how to feel and not!" Sam yelled

Ben replied with a snarl, "Well, you know what Sam?!!? You refused to go to Cassie's death bed, while she lied dying. YOU REFUSED TO FREAKING VISIT HER!!!!"

"Shut up Ben! Just shut up!!!!"

"You shut up nugget!!! If you remember, I AM STILL YOUR COMMANDER!!!!!!!!!!"

"Not anymore!!!" Sam had it with the older man bullying him around.

He remembered Tea cup trying to coax him to go, but he stayed put in his room and sobbed. He could never see his strong, smart, talented sister laying still in a death bed. He just could not let her suffer.

He just couldn't.

He was about to walk out, but then he turned around and snarled, "When she died, she was holding this...note that had the name Sams on it. I hope you are happy with making me angry." He tossed the letter at Sam. He opened it, and tears came into his eyes.

Dear Sams, 

I know my time has come. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I had no idea how to.

Dying from a sickness is the worst, but dying and not telling anyone, is even worse. I wished that I could have told you. But this is an illness I have been dying from for a long time, longer than you could ever imagine. So long, that when I caught it, I could not have told a five year old boy about it, but I just did not know how too.

I have been dying from a sickness called: Vengeance. Now, you might think that 'vengeance was a stupid way to die Cassie, why did you do it?' but I have good reasons.

They hurt you.

They forced you to become a solider at freaking five. 

Eff them, was the only thing I have ever thought.

So the truth is, I killed Alexander vosch. 

And killed myself in the process. 

I am sorry Sams. I love you forever and always.




Sam never finished the letter.

He fell on the ground and sobbed. 

He missed Mommy.

His missed Daddy.

He missed Cassie.

He wished death was not real. That this was all just a dream he could wake up from. 

But he could not.

This was real life.