Dear Bully,
They found Zack today. His body was lying by the railroad tracks with a bloody gash on his forehead. Now he's comatose in the hospital. Your mother lied and said you were working with her at her candle shop all day, but I know you weren't. I know you took my sweet Zack away from me. The candy stripers won't even let me see him because we're not family! You'll get yours soon enough.
-Your Victim
