Mum,
If you're reading this, then I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry you have to read these words, because it means I'm not there to say them to you myself.
But I know the truth, Mum, I know what you are. And I know you didn't just leave us. You were taken. And when you're taken, you don't come back. But I'll try my best to get you out, because another thing I know is that you probably blame yourself for the fact that they took you, and that I grew up without a mother. I want you to know that you were always there anyway. I could feel you. And I forgive you for not being there in person. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have prevented it, I see that now. I know their power. It's so strong, I never realised anything could be so strong. I don't know how I'll ever escape. I won't. I'm stuck here forever. There's no way out, I've tried and tried. Now I'm out of options, and I heard them talking. They said they're going to do it tomorrow. Mum, I'm scared.