I'm sitting here alone in my cell, I'm writing two letters, one for Shane, one for Drew. Christina gave me a razor blade, she's given me a piece of advice I have choice but to take it. 'Kill myself or be killed.' I've written Drew's, time or Shane's.
'Shane,
I love you, I love you so much that it hurts for me to write this. I can't live anymore. I didn't do anything but in here I feel so guilty.
My cellmate punishes me for 'hurting' you.
I could never hurt you, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything, especially for not telling you about our baby. I couldn't, I wanted to, but I wanted you to marry me for love, not because I was pregnant. I hope you can understand.
I have no choice but to kill myself, if I don't I will be killed.
When you read this I'll be dead. I'm a selfish bitch. Wherever I go after death, I'll be watching over you.
Just do one thing for me, promise me. Promise me you will leave Marissa, she's no good. I love you.
Kara'