Why am I here…? I shouldn't be here, wearing these cuffs and waiting to be interrogated for something I didn't do. I should be at home with Mattie, smashing on pizza and playin' some CoD. It's Friday. Mattie and I always have our bro time on Fridays…looks like we won't be having those days anymore… Oh…oh Mattie… oh God…my brother is dead. He's gone, forever. He's been murdered, poor little Matthew. Innocent, sweet little Matthew. He never did anything wrong in his entire life. He was kind to everyone, always did the right thing… How could someone do this to him? What kind of disgusting, evil monster would kill my baby brother…? And his bear…God…why the stupid bear too? Could anyone really be so cruel…? T-the bastard skinned it! Skinned it! I-I've never seen something so… gruesome… I couldn't do something like that. No way. I could barely look at it, much less perform the deed myself. So why am I here, being convicted for a crime I didn't commit? Why does everyone seem to think that I killed Mattie…? There's no way I could have…I loved my brother. I'd sooner kill myself than do anything to hurt him. I'm innocent in this. One-hundred percent innocent. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time… Mattie… Mattie… God, why did it have to be you, lil' bro? Jesus…I hope it didn't hurt… I'm sorry. I couldn't stop the bastard that killed you. I was supposed to be your hero, like I promised I'd always be. Matthew, I failed you… When we meet again, I pray you won't hate me.