Cohort. Magazine (Issue 2)
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<strong>Cohort</strong>. issue 2<br />
LITERATURE<br />
THE LETTER<br />
Written by Miftaahul Jannah<br />
Her name is America, America<br />
Goth. She was a decent, beautiful,<br />
and God knows she was a clever<br />
girl. Everybody was in love with her.<br />
Even the butterflies had a crush on her.<br />
It was shocking for everyone when a policeman<br />
found her without soul in the park near<br />
Elba River. I told myself not to freak out.<br />
I didn’t know that America was missing<br />
for three days; she was different, she<br />
might disappear for days and come back<br />
like nothing happened. It was because<br />
of her obsession with nature and things<br />
I never thought that she would die<br />
in pain. Not even any further of it.<br />
Her parents standing there under<br />
the dark cloud of sadness. They still<br />
have those smiles, but we all know<br />
what do they really feel; their one and<br />
only daughter was horribly killed.<br />
The sun is so bright this morning; gives<br />
the impression that God welcomed her in<br />
heaven. I am looking at her face in the black<br />
light and legit coffin. She is really beautiful,<br />
with her black hair falling towards her<br />
white gown, and her make up looked so natural<br />
yet it gave her the expression of peace<br />
***.<br />
Time goes really fast after the funeral,<br />
but there is no light that could lead the<br />
America’s case to a relieving end. Almost<br />
a month and we got nothing on it.<br />
I decided to help the police on my own.<br />
I watched enough criminal TV series; I<br />
think I am able to do it. I do really need<br />
to find the truth behind of her murder.<br />
Later that afternoon, my eyes are looking<br />
farther through the window. I am<br />
trying to remember everything about<br />
her. Her obsession, her laugh, and her<br />
daily activities that kind of made me<br />
think that she was crazy. Also, our secrets<br />
that we shared together happy and sad.<br />
Secret.<br />
Oh yeah, I remember something.<br />
The library was her second home. We had<br />
a join-locker to put our belongings together.<br />
Since I was too busy, I never checked<br />
that locker for God knows how long. Then<br />
I looked into her belongings, and I found<br />
something strange about it. I never told<br />
anyone about this because it is our secret.<br />
Even the police didn’t know about it.<br />
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