Dear Margo,
Mom just told me about you being in the hospital. For some reason I can't picture it. You just seem so strong and perfect. I hope you get better soon. Dad hit me this time. I stepped in front of Lilly, because she was about to get hit again. I can tell he hits mom at night. She has bruises all over her arms and back. She kicked him out again. School still sucks. I didn't cut this week. Something about you having gotten injured makes me want to be better for you. Drunk drivers suck. Please get out of this coma soon, I need to talk to you. Love you always.
Love, Amy
