Infinate

The Letter

Belle Payton, Emmi France, Liz Warren 

University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign 

601 E John St  Champaign, IL 61820

Sunday, December 25

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Oh My Freaking God. 

Five years. Five freaking years since my 'accidental' death. Five years since I last saw you. I don't know how I've survived. The torture, the weapons, my fears. I'm living a horror movie. I've missed you all tons, and I hope and pray that your lives won't be as wasted and brutal as mine. I know you've been busy- the three of you starting a business and all. I mean, 18 years old, freshmen in college, and owning a business. Thats a major accomplishment. 

I want to know how you guys are doing. No, Belle, don't go on asking how I've been. I haven't had that question asked to me for five years, and I'm fine with it. Trust me. 

I know you are probably wondering where I am, and why my death was faked, and how I am still living. I can't tell you everything, well I can't tell you anything really.  I am currently in Germany, writing this letter to ya'll. I still haven't forgotten about that day Emmi. 

I must tell you now, if I ever see you, it could only be a smile, or a quick glance. There is no time that I can actually sit down and have coffee with you, although a phone call is possible. I still remember your numbers, and I'll have to call you on a payphone. Gosh, I haven't used those in a while. Well, I'll call you as soon as you reply to the letter, and I recieve it. So do it quickly. 

I haven't found love in the new life I live. You probably have had boyfriends by now, and PLEASE do not tell them about me. I shouldn't be sending you this letter anyways. So are they cute? Oh, and happy late birthday Belle. I know I'm almost a month late, but still. I still have two days! I got you all a gift, but you probably won't enjoy it. I was wandering around one day, and decided I wanted to get a photo of me taken. No, no inappropriate stuff Emmi, just a plain picture of me a few months back. I had posed as a billionaire and a man offered to take a photo of me. We were at a mansion just on the shore of the Medditeranian Sea. There were fireworks off into the distance, and the sun was setting slowly. I had traded my glasses for contacts- and yes, I still have my glasses. My hair was pulled back into a bun, two curly strands falling down the sides of my face. I wore a white and black strapless dress that went down to my knees. It reminded me of your dress Liz when we went to that dance.... you and Jake.....

It reminded me of us on our 7th grade trip to D.C. when the firework show was on the beach, and  Belle....... Oh I still laugh at that. 

I was standing alone in the cold, while the man held up his fancy camera. He had counted to three and told me to say cheese. I laughed at his actions, my laugh getting caught in the photo. I actually look genuinely happy. Really, I was set out to kill the photographer that night. I got the photo from his pocket after my job was done. 

I really miss you guys. I hope that college is really fun for you. I'll never go to college, nor start a family. You know, I was supposed to die five years ago. Not when my fake death was played out, but during the whole thing. I was supposed to die, but the drug they put me on saved me. 

If you see Gavin, please don't tell him I'm still alive. It'll just kill him. I ran into him once in London, but got away before he could register in his head that it was me. He also almost served me in the cafe I went to for breakfast. He's gotten a british accent, and its cute.

I really wish I could see you in person, but my job probably won't let me. I'll find you someday. If I see you while on the go, I'll get to you immediatley. 

Remember that I'm still alive, and finally accepting my new life. 

Toodaloo-

Diana 

P.S. I still have that photo of us when we were out that one Friday, on the bridge, watching the fireworks...