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"It was supposed to be you."
That's all I remember.
I don't know where from.
It just haunts me.
It lingers in the back of my mind.
"It was supposed to be you."
I try to remember what it was.
What keeps these words in my head.
But even if I did. . .
Would I want to?
"It was supposed to be you."
What if it's something bad?
What if I can't remember it for a reason?
I want to know what it is.
But I don't.
"It was supposed to be you."
What was supposed to be me?
I need to know.
It makes my head hurt that I doesn't.
It couldn't be that bad.
"It was supposed to be you."
Right?
It's not like anyone I cared about died.
They're still here.
At least most of them.
"It was supposed to be you."
I might be imagining things.
That's something I would do.
All day all night I just imagine.
The brain could do terrible things.

Im close to death. I can feel it. It's not everyday that someone keeps you hostage.
It's not everyday that someone makes you write a suicide note, either. That's a huge hint.
I don't know what to write.
I could try and warn them.
I could tell them who this monster is.
I don't know what to do.
I could scream.
Yell and yell until I cant anymore.
I want to cry.
I want to go home and hug my mother and father and sister.
I want to be where my family is.
I don't want to die.
I want to live!
I want to break these ropes and sprint off in a random direction.
I want to leave.
I know what to write.
I know something I shouldn't.
I know something I don't want to tell them.
But it's the only way I could save them is that I tell them.

"My dearest, sister,

I'm sorry. I wish I could be there with you, but I won't be able to.
The things I've done,
Wars we've fought.
As dumb as they were,
Sometimes I wonder just how idiotic I was.
Stupid, even.
Use my words as wisdom in your life.
Perhaps, you could think that
Perhaps, my love will live through you.
Oh, I hate writing this.
Soon, I will be with you again.
Even though we might be going different ways,
Different isn't always bad, isn't it?
To think that i might be gone without a trace. . .
Obscure.
Be happy guys.
Excited that someone else is watching over you to tell whether
You're being awesome or sad.
Oh, I love you so much. Don't forget that.
Use this first column of your life as a remedy.

I'll always love you,
Brianne"
"It was supposed to be you."