[ WP ] You keep getting packages addressed to the person who lived in your apartment before you . One day you open one .

I looked at the box timidly, turning it over. Just like all the others that had come before it, it was brown, and no larger than a foot in height or width. On it's top there was a little sticker with my address on it, written in cursive with a return address. Next to the sticker was a name written in felt pen, same handwriting as the address: *David*. The old tenant of my apartment. 
 
 I had never opened one. The cardboard was rough and the packaging tape meticulously done, obvious that whoever had done it had too much time on their hands. I had sent a few back, but every time they just got re-forwarded to my address. So I had begun to collect them, its not as if I have anything else to do besides play Call of Duty between my shifts at the dock. I kept them in the old hallway closet I never used, I had about fifteen at that point. 
 
 However this time was different. Curiosity got the better of me, and as I sauntered to the closet, I felt the pocketknife bounce in my jeans pocket and turned around. As I sat down at my dining table I whipped it out, and sliced open the tape. 
 
 Inside, there was a letter. Same handwriting as the outside. I set it aside and looked underneath. The box was full of magazines of all types. *The Economist*, *Scientific America*, *Entertainment Weekly*, *Guns and Ammo*, *Gameinformer*, even a *Maxim* were all present. Finally, at the bottom was a box of gummy worms. 
 
 Sitting at my table, I had no idea how the pieces of this puzzle fit together. Remembering the letter, I turned and picked it up again. As I felt it, the textured business paper was neatly folded into perfect thirds. Opening it up, I was again hit by the cursive handwriting. 
 
 *David, * 
 
 There it was again. The old tenant. 
 
 *I hope I'm not bothering you, I know you are getting my packages, and I understand that you're busy. How does your job go? I know the docks can have long hours, but it's rewarding is n't it? Learning valuable skills? * 
 
 *In this package I put more of your favorite magazines, I know how you like to learn new things. I even included one of those'girly' magazines, you should have seen the look on the face of the teller who sold it to me! * 
 
 *Things are all good over here, your old high school is having renovations! The heavy snow here in Michigan collapsed one of the ceilings in the western wing over the weekend. Is n't that where you used to have classes? I'm glad you are n't there and safe in sunny California! * 
 
 *David, I know you are n't happy with this. Every single day I regret what happened. But this is for the best, and I'm trying here. I've been saving, and I know that when you do get enough on your feet to apply to university I'll have a nice little package for you. * 
 
 *I'm trying David, and you know I will never stop sending these packages until you tell me to. But please, one letter would be nice. A phone call. I just want to know how you are doing. I'm trying, I really am. You do n't need to send these back, please keep them, they're for you. * 
 
 *Anyhow enjoy your gummy bears, I know how much you love them. * 
 
 *I love you. * 
 
 *-Mom* 
 
 I set the letter down and took inventory of everything in front of me. I did n't know what to do. When I had moved in almost four months ago, I had heard about the last tenant, a legal matter, the landlord said. He had to disclose to me all prevalent information about previous tenants. 
 
 Afterwards I had googled his name, David Buller; overdose. 
 
 As I looked at the letter and debated sending one back, signing it David. Or maybe I should tell her what happened. Send them back. Do something. 
 
 I sat at my table for a while, and flipped through the magazines. I knew what I had to do. Going to my hall closet, I bundled up the packages, I bundled up David, and made my way to the dumpster. 
 
 - *Thanks for reading! I appreciate feedback as I'm always looking to improve! * -
