Dear_, (again)
So I went to school today, and there you were, the day after we called for help. I turned to Mattie, and asked if you were ok. He said that you were mad at him. When you asked if I was included in this, I said that I was. Mattie tried to cover for me; he lied and said that it was just him. But we both knew I was involved, him finally stop lying just cemented that. You said you could deal. You said you can work this out yourself. Stop lying to yourself. We all know that this isn't going to get better on its own. But you can't see that.
I went to school today, expecting tears and anger. While you were, you quickly got over it. You just rolled with what happened and refuse to talk, refuse to get help. I'm worried about you, but I've done all I can at this point. Heroes are supposed to ultimately save the day, be the one that ends all the emotional pain and suffering. I'm not big enough to be your hero; Mattie and I combined aren't big enough. No one on the earth is big enough to solve your problems. But we all want to.
Please know that this isn't the end. We will fight for you. I'll talk to my dad; maybe England will know what to do. Or even my uncle France. Despite him being a total perv, he does care about others outside of their pants. Right now though we are going to leave the door that you left closed, closed. Behind it though, we are planning how to storm the castle, and we will rescue the princess trapped inside.
Your friend,
Alfred F. Jones (America)