"Dear Reader,
This story is an unravelling sad truth that depicts the things that imprint my mind and claw at my mind. I don't know who this letter will reach or if anyone will ever even read, probably, my last words. However if by chance you are the fated person who is to read this letter strung together with the last strings of my heart, then please, please read on, please don't forget me. No, don't ever forget me. Please don't leave me alone.
I have a secret that I haven't even told the people that from all else I am suppose to love and treasure, words that always get caught within my throat and are unable to rasp out of my lips. There's a man I think I love, but to him...I don't know what I mean to him, not that that matters now, but these words that my heart burns to tell in order to feel relieved are unable to reach his ears.
You see dear reader, I see things. Things that haunt my dreams and try to harm me, things that call out with screams and echoes of terror that I can't bring myself to ever listen to, things that no longer look as they should, things that once I look upon my eyes can never stray from as its embedded all of them within my mind.
No, I'm not asking you to save me. I'm not asking that at all, but instead I'm asking you to give this letter to those very same people who I mentioned to treasure and love, please give this letter to the people who watched as my heart got torn out and then left me without ever turning back. The infamous SPR, that has opened up again-yep the very same, please just post this letter and write upon it that their 'precious' little 'friend' couldn't exactly make it to their reunion. Tell them that 'I' waited so long for at least one of them to find me, to call, to listen to my heart shatter and the tears that never stopped.
Could you please do that for me? I'm sorry to burden you with such a task, but I would appreciate it if the next owner of this apartment could do me this favour, because I will no longer be here to carry out this task.
Please send them this heartfelt note, don't add parts of me missing them or being lonely and holding onto regrets, just tell them that they don't need to bid me farewell or empathies, pity and shed tears for me, they've had enough time to have done that. So instead write to them or tell them that I, Mai Taniyama, was the only one who was left alone, the only one who waited, crouched down and screaming with tears streaming down my face as figures and countless hands lunged at me, slowly no longer just scaring me but scaring my flesh and leaving me in pools of my own blood.
I couldn't do it anymore, it kept following me. They'd latch on; some would cry and gain my piety whilst others saw me as their next victim to slaughter.
Don't worry dear reader they'll understand, they'll know exactly what I'm rambling on about, but be sure to tell them that they don't need to swell up in tears and clutch onto each other whilst they wallow in regret. I mean by the time they read this I'll already be dead.
No Oliver I didn't kill myself, you all did, these things are just finishing off the excess baggage you guys left. So don't look for me, because I don't want to be found, at least not by any of you."
"That's all she wanted me to tell you." He whispered softly as a stray tear trailed down his cheeks.
"...That's it..."