Forgetting - Part 11

One Year Later

I arrive in my Harvard dorm after the first day of classes and pick up a letter my best friend wrote me.

Dear Julia,
Honey, I'm worried about you. The last time I saw you, you were in a bar and drinking. You're nineteen! I saw you leave with that guy too. You didn't even know him. The only other time I've seen you this year was at the hospital. I still don't understand why you weren't with your mom. She was really sick and your dad and I had to go looking for you. When I found you in the maternity ward, you were acting so strange. It's like your mind was in a different universe looking at those babies. I hear you've been going out every night, parties and concerts. I think you need to talk to someone. You just haven't been right for a while. I say it because I care. Please talk to someone.
Sincerely,
Ellie

I drop the letter on my bed and take a red dress out of my closet. I pair it with some stellar black pumps and twist my hair up into a bun. In moments I'm out the door, letter forgotten and ready to party until four in the morning.