Author's Note: Had a burst of inspiration, so you may get a couple more out of me tonight. You lucky people!

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You were inches away from me. So close. You looked me right in the eyes. When he pushed me against the glass, you frowned. Did you hear me? Did you see a glimmer behind the glass? Something moving behind the mirror. Something that shouldn't be there?

Officer Withenson, that is your name? That is what the other cop called you. I saw what you had in your hand. Did my letters bring you here? Or after two weeks did you finally realise that your two cop buddies hadn't come home?

Why did you leave, Officer Withenson? I saw you throw my letter on the floor. He pushed me harder against the glass. His hand touching my back. I could see his face in the reflection of the glass. He was taunting you. All of you.

Please come back. Officer Withenson. I'm here. I'm still here. I don't know how much longer he will allow me to live. Allow. He is letting me live.

My name is Kira Vanning. I hope you find this letter, Officer Withenson. If I die, I hope you realise that you could have saved me. If i die, Officer Withenson, you may as well have killed me yourself.

Kira.