Justin. I've been waiting. You told me you would find me soon. You told me how everything would go back to normal. We would be on the couch of the living room, cuddling together, watching our favorite movie. And you promised. You promised you would be here soon. Promised you would save me. And you never broke your promises. Because, thats just who you are. You keep promises. And that's exactly why I can't trust you anymore. Ever since I've been here, I have been waiting. Watching. And not a single soul came to rescue me. But you, Justin, you told me how much I meant to you, and said you would find me. I guess you had your fingers crossed the whole time, then. Because I've been waiting. Watching. Hoping for you to save me. 328 days. That's how long I've been here. Only living off of the sweet Honeysickle trees and dew off of the grass in the morning. It's been an OK life, I guess. It would be even better, if I had you. But no. Just my scrawny self, wondering through this monsterous place. Rarely finding a decent berry to shove down my throat. I need you. I need your warmth. Your body. But I've been taken. Taken away from you. My family. And honestly, I'm not loving it. Not one bit. And I just need you to know that I love you. Just in case. Since I only have a week left, I don't think I'll make it. The others have been rescued. I'm the only one left. That means I'll be the victim. And only god knows how that'll go. I've got to go now. I think he's coming. He'll burn us all. To pieces. Then feast on the remains. Oh, this sick, cruel world. What have I done to you?