-𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏- 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

The Fourth Letter

Dear Miranda,

        I haven't been getting an answer. I'm nearly out of places I think you could be. I'll keep trying. The police keep saying they can't find anything as to where you could be. I don't know if something bad happened to you or if you just don't want to be found at this point. Did something happen? Please answer.

My hair has grown out a little. It's where I wanted it cut in the first place. Now I can fully confirm that you were right, I do look better this way. 

Sapnap forced me to get a counselor. My appt. is in a few weeks. I'm so nervous. I wish you were here to comfort me. Then again, if you were here, I probably wouldn't need a counselor in the first place.

I did the face reveal. Everyone was so supportive. I was expecting a lot of hate, but instead I was met with thousands of comments with compliments. It was so stupid of me to be worried.

Miranda, I miss you so much. I know I keep saying that, but I really do. Whatever it is that happened, you can talk to me. Message me, write me back a letter, visit me. Or don't even talk to me. Just give me some kind of sign that tells me "Hey, it's Miranda and I'm safe."

It's eating me up inside knowing that I don't know where you are or if you're even safe.

I love you.

-Clay

Mailed to 7382 Daniel Str. 80202
5- 10-18
2:59 P.M.