Entry one
I don't know why the doctors are insisting that I do this, but they told me to write letters to you. To tell you what you missed, and recount what happened. They said you would have questions. It's hard to believe that two months ago, you were nothing like this. You were like a five year old almost, jumping around, and having fun with Nicole. She's here too, along with your dad and brother. Your mother wanted to come too, but your dad wouldn't let her, though I don't know why. There are some questions that you have to answer for me too then, I guess. Well. I better start explaining some things that.
It started at the meet up in London. There was over two thousand people there, just to meet us. Well, more so me, but there was quite a few for you too. We decided that we should leave, as people were starting to get hurt. You had taken three young girls from the mob, Sydney, Cara, Kiana. I hope you remember them… They started talking to me after what happened, and I found out they were orphans who would go to the library just to watch my videos. Key word is that they were orphans. Good thing we have a few extra rooms in the house. They're here too, and want to contribute to the letters too. Even some of the Audience is writing for you. Recounting memories, telling you to get better. I never realised how much that they liked you. I'm glad they do.
Getting off topic. You ran to try and grab a taxi, but got tripped, and trampled under everyone. Three of your ribs got creaked, and you are in a coma… I can't help that it feels like my fault…
I can't do this much longer, I miss you so much.
~Toby