• To whom it may concern,

    Dear reader, I imagine that your fighting bile right now as you read this, most likely have found my body, and hopefully called the cops before my mother’s porcelain tub is stained pink. Of course, you're obviously not my mother; she wouldn’t have even entered this bloody bathroom after she no doubt heard the bang even if her life depended on it. I also know you're not my father, after he left mom and me for... Phillip... He hasn’t dragged his gay a** back home in months. I know you're not Kody, god I hope your not Kody. He disappeared last week after he drugged my senseless without my knowing then raped my till I was torn to shreds. No, you're not any of those people. You could be Amber, our house maid, but her screams would stop her from looking for this letter in my dead hand. You could possibly even be my Grandma, but knowing her, she would've fainted right on the spot. You could even be Josh, coming back for his gun I borrowed, if you do happen to be him, there's some bullets to repay you on the counter, and sorry if it got a little bloody. Thanks buddy. No, you probably are a cop, come form some secluded neighbor’s phone call about suspicious sounds coming from my house. I know mother won’t have a funeral for me, waste of too much money, and I have no friends at school who would attend such an event even if they were paid. So officer, you can make your job easier and just dump my body in the nearest cave so I can maybe serve one cause in life and feed some hungry bears.

    Yours truly
    Sealed with a bloody kiss
    -a girl who died without a cause of face to remember only a broken heart.