Dear step mom,
Hey! Hello! It's me, your wonderful oh-so-perfect daughter! Yeah, I have a few complaints about me and whatever you're doing now in life, but first, I have a few things to declare. I am dead. Drowned by your loving husband, isn't that exciting? Yeah, the person you fell in love with turned out to be a big hotshot murderer. Don't worry- I'm not mad or anything, in fact I feel more alive then ever! Just letting you know who shot my baby sister in the heart during my big Bro's wedding, alright? Anyway, that's actually not why I'm writing to you in heaven. I'm curious to know if you can let me out; I'm wondering if you can help me out of here? Don't question why, and how. Just do some magical shit that people do, I'm sure you'll find a way, no? If you haven't, then find a wizard or the nearest abandoned garden with an yellow rose- then do that magic shit Doctor Strange did when he was learning from this woman or whatever their relationship is to teleport to another area. Alright, I would jot down more, but I hear some dogs barking at a tree? I'll send letters to you later, just make sure you write back to me!
Your faithful daughter,  
Brooklyn Jazzman