Thomas Sangster plays Hunter

"And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me", I can't help this awful energy, Goddamn right, you should be scared of me, Who is in control?" Halsey ~Control  

Dearest Hunter,

The seventh letter is addressed to you. Hell, I'm sure Dad didn't even bother lifting the phone to tell you that I am dead. Mom is probably drunk with depression. I kind of did think that Dad was a jerk, until my sweet sixteen. Then, I confirmed him as permanent assholes.

You were a great brother, and I hope you will be to Elizabeth as the years go on. But that isn't why you are part of this chain. You are here because... it's not you. It's your friend.

I know it's not your fault but I just want to protect you. Please be careful of what you do with Harvey. Remember the day before our sweet sixteen?

You asked why I was so glum... and I told you it was because of Elizabeth's.... child?

It was the truth, honestly and you invited your friends over to hang out with me.

Before I continue, please do not think Harvey raped me. He did no such thing toward me, and I think it's best to just be honest and get on with it.

Harvey, being your best friend at the time, was one of them that came.

I think Jackson and Marcus came to?

I didn't know Harvey very well as you guys were seniors and I was a junior.

You must be wondering why I'm telling you, not Harvey. I think I should finally stop lying and just tell you what actually happened.

Brother, I feel bad for you, as for that day, while you, Marcus and Jackson were playing... whatever you were playing, we hooked up on your bed... and didn't change the sheets.

I mean, that wasn't really the problem. I just added that in there to inform you that you had those same sheets (sleep, jump, do homework on) for about an year, which you never washed.

Anyway, that was the day Harvey developed an interest in me. Apparently, a hookup wasn't all he wanted.

He wanted more.

I rejected him, as I didn't want to be with him nor wanted to date anyone at the moment. Harvey was mediocre at everything, as he didn't make it through one day before I caught him.

On the day of my sixteenth birthday, I caught that Harvey had camped out under my window and and taken many videos of me.

There were clips of me sleeping, undressing, changing clothes, dancing to music, and cursing. I confronted him, and he smacked my cheek so hard it was swollen. That ass got away with my evidence, while I was in pain, curling up on the floor. You see, Harvey had also kicked my stomach and places I can't even remember. It was, after all, two years ago.

I had to cover it up with makeup, remember Hunter? You asked why I had so much shit pasted on my face. Well, I had to cover up most of my wounds and it made me look like a vain girl.

And then, I went to Dad about it. He just smiled, patted my head, and said I couldn't tell anyone because he wanted his reputation to be squeaky clean.

I didn't tell you, because then you'd be drowning guilt and beating yourself up. No sister ever wants to see that.

So I kept it in, and Valentine's Day came and went, and March was just around the corner.

Yet the stalking, the pictures and the films kept on going.

Eventually, I blew up and, in order to shed this good girl image permanently, I beat Harvey up, the same way he did to me on my sixteenth birthday. Sadly, I had felt sympathy for him, and sent him the hospital. What a shame I didn't go to jail for murder. I guess I should of, seeing that I didn't have the stomach to kill him.

You were furious Hunter, and I guess that's when we kind of started growing apart.

Do you still keep in touch with Harvey?

I would like to know that.

I regret our relationship ended terribly and your last words to me was "Fuck off."

But, I guess it was my fault that we grew bitter at each other. Maybe if I hadn't beat Harvey up, maybe I wouldn't have died.

I'm sorry Hunter.

I hope you have fun in college. Take care of Elizabeth for me, will you?

Your loving sister,

Nat.