Dear Aaron, 

                        I'm sorry for what happened to your sister. If it makes you feel any better, everyone I love is dead too. Or I'm dead to them. I know those two words do fuck all to lift the black hole of grief off of your heart, but that's all I can offer. I'm sorry. 

I'm not dead, so I guess I am okay. I don't want you thinking I hate you since I didn't reply for god knows how long. I got attacked. I'm okay now, but I wasn't doing too good. At least I've got a few kick ass scars. 

Awe, you missed me! Let's face it, it'd be hard not to miss someone like me, especially considering the fact that I'm a fabulous human being. 

Seriously though, you're going to have to get used to missing me soon. They pushed the date back a few weeks since I missed it whilst being patched up in hospital. I should be thankful, getting to live for another full month, yet I can't help but feel robbed. I just wanted to leave, and it's the only thing I've been looking forward too. Apart from your letters. 

From, 

            Agony. 

P.S I have a huge fear of clowns. I don't know why, or how, but when I'm near one I make sure to clamp my bladder extra tight. They scare the beejesus out of me.

P.P.S I will die, Aaron, but I'm not dead now.