June 22, 2014

Dear Lana,

Today your face is all over everywhere. And the cops are looking for you. And there's so many detectives and people involved. And we're all looking for you and there's a reward and everything for anyone who's even seen you. And it's because I'm going to get you wherever the fuck you ran off to this time without telling me. And I found your car with slit tires and cracked glass. And you left your cell phone in the cup holder. I was trying to give you your privacy and more-so because I'm scared I'll find something in your phone that I won't want to see like pictures with Derek, but I'm going to look through it. And I'm sorry that I have to pry but I need to find you. See but what scares me the most is that the police found a cell phone, and the fingerprints on it match the ones on your car's door handle, and they're tracking it down as I'm writing this. And it scares me because what if they find him? What if they find him and we can't find you? So if you're still breathing, keep breathing. And if you're crying, stop. I can't wait to shoot that son of a bitch right in the face when I find him. I don't understand why people keep taking you away from me. Stay alive, Lana.

Don't break me again.

Patrick