"We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call, So hold for the applause, oh, And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow, Oh, it's our time to go, but at least we stole the show." Kygo~ Stole the Show

Daya plays Megan

Dear Megan,

I thank you for your help. Although it was in vain, I still appreciate the thought behind it.

I don't regret coming to you with my problems, though I hope I didn't put so much burden on you.

I really hope you're alright, and I really miss talking to you.

If I could close my eyes and block off all the suicidal thoughts, I would be talking to you about my problems. Will you be a therapist when you grow up? I think you got most of it tackled down, you really just need a degree and God knows what else.

Sadly, even you, couldn't stop me from taking my own life. I remember you used to take me to the janitor's closet and we'd sit on the surprisingly clean floor and just talk.

It was, perhaps, one of the only moments of clarity I had.

When will you receive this letter?

A month after they discover my body?

Most likely.

I would like to point out that you did make a difference.

Without you, I guess I would have taken my life with a very brutal way and hurt much more people.

As I write this, I ponder on the thought, of what if I stayed?

The truth is, I honestly do not know.

You were right, Megan, I am afraid of death, of what will happen afterwards?

I never was religious, you know. I always believed that life would leave our bodies and we'd rot in the dirt.

Have you ever considered becoming a therapist?

I must admit, you are quite good at that. You got me, the girl that kept her demons locked away within herself, to talk to you.

Don't worry, my death doesn't mean you're a failure, it was because of my tournament.

Best Wishes,

Natalie Palmer