I'm very aware you're not dead. No matter how many  times I kill you in my head and heart, you're not dead. I know that you know. You know all about how I wish you were dead, dropped dead with one of my special bullets in your head. But no, my dreams won't come true unless I act on my feelings. You know I can't do that. It would be too soon. They just found your brother's body, they can't find yours two days later, that doesn't fit my schedule. I've been preparing your bullet, engraved with number the number 9, for my ninth victim. I'll be the tenth victim, the tenth silver bullet, and I will make your best friend shoot me with it. That's my payback. You'll be dead and he'll be alive, and miserable, in jail. Framed for ten murders he didn't commit. My revenge for how you made every waking moment of my life a living hell. I'm very aware that you're not dead, but you will be soon.