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throwabookatit) wrote2018-09-19 01:50 am
throwabookatit) wrote2018-09-19 01:50 am
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Something Like A Will: Death Letters
[ Beside the notebooks, laid out, are a set of letters. Here's the top one. ]
In the event of my death:
I've left letters to try and settle any regrets. Truthfully, I've been thinking this a possibility for several weeks now. I learned I had died, before, and this was my second chance, and it made me realize just how fleeting all of this is. To those who had to see however I went this time, I'm sorry. Please, try to think of me before all that.
And, considering they keep taking horrible things from my world, a warning: should you ever receive an old-looking letter with the words "HELP ME" written in blood repeatedly, do not touch it. Find a way to burn it, I don't care how. I'd rather not get anyone else involved in that bloody curse.
I've not much of sentimental value here, but if a few things could be taken care of? The strange batcat stuffed animal I would like returned to my world, at some point. This is a big request, but if you could get it to [ there's an address here, somewhere in the Phillipines, addressed to a SANTOS family ] I would be eternally grateful. It doesn't really belong to me, anyway. On that note, though I fear to ask, if the state of my body is horrible: Viral's drill that I wore around my neck. If someone could take good care of that. I'd hate for something like it to be lost.
Besides that, there's no real instructions. My journals can be discarded. In one is some information some of you might find useful. I leave it to Terra, to do with as he pleases. I've been thinking for weeks about requests for contact on my world, but the fact of the matter is, I have no living close friends left, and I'm sure my parents have already been alerted to my death. To them, I died at the end of October, 2016. I'd want them to be oblivious about this.
I'm aware of our continued existence after death, but this is in the event that something goes wrong in the simulation, or if something about the aforementioned curse messes everything up. My Mum and Da shouldn't have to learn their little girl got a second chance, only to lose it again.
I've one last request, and it's a big one, I'm afraid to say. If any of you ever find the ability to take people from their worlds, like they did with us, if there's a way to locate specific people, please find the following people: Maria Isabella Grace Cruz Santos, Ashton Frey, Zachary Steele, Rose Cooper, Marianne McCollough, Hannah Wright and Luke Wright. I'm sure there are more, but they're the only ones I knew personally and by name, unfortunately. They're trapped in a horrible fate, that I would wish on no one. If I could get a second chance somehow, I'd hope for them to as well.
I'm sorry to leave all of you here, on your own. But you've proven yourselves capable, strong young men and women. Don't bend to these sociopathic torture-fiends. Above all else, live. Someone told me to keep looking forward. It's good advice that I've been trying to follow. Please, follow it in my absence.
In the event of my death:
I've left letters to try and settle any regrets. Truthfully, I've been thinking this a possibility for several weeks now. I learned I had died, before, and this was my second chance, and it made me realize just how fleeting all of this is. To those who had to see however I went this time, I'm sorry. Please, try to think of me before all that.
And, considering they keep taking horrible things from my world, a warning: should you ever receive an old-looking letter with the words "HELP ME" written in blood repeatedly, do not touch it. Find a way to burn it, I don't care how. I'd rather not get anyone else involved in that bloody curse.
I've not much of sentimental value here, but if a few things could be taken care of? The strange batcat stuffed animal I would like returned to my world, at some point. This is a big request, but if you could get it to [ there's an address here, somewhere in the Phillipines, addressed to a SANTOS family ] I would be eternally grateful. It doesn't really belong to me, anyway. On that note, though I fear to ask, if the state of my body is horrible: Viral's drill that I wore around my neck. If someone could take good care of that. I'd hate for something like it to be lost.
Besides that, there's no real instructions. My journals can be discarded. In one is some information some of you might find useful. I leave it to Terra, to do with as he pleases. I've been thinking for weeks about requests for contact on my world, but the fact of the matter is, I have no living close friends left, and I'm sure my parents have already been alerted to my death. To them, I died at the end of October, 2016. I'd want them to be oblivious about this.
I'm aware of our continued existence after death, but this is in the event that something goes wrong in the simulation, or if something about the aforementioned curse messes everything up. My Mum and Da shouldn't have to learn their little girl got a second chance, only to lose it again.
I've one last request, and it's a big one, I'm afraid to say. If any of you ever find the ability to take people from their worlds, like they did with us, if there's a way to locate specific people, please find the following people: Maria Isabella Grace Cruz Santos, Ashton Frey, Zachary Steele, Rose Cooper, Marianne McCollough, Hannah Wright and Luke Wright. I'm sure there are more, but they're the only ones I knew personally and by name, unfortunately. They're trapped in a horrible fate, that I would wish on no one. If I could get a second chance somehow, I'd hope for them to as well.
I'm sorry to leave all of you here, on your own. But you've proven yourselves capable, strong young men and women. Don't bend to these sociopathic torture-fiends. Above all else, live. Someone told me to keep looking forward. It's good advice that I've been trying to follow. Please, follow it in my absence.
Yours, Sincerely
Rebecca Gales
Rebecca Gales