Dear James,
At my funeral will you tell everyone the truth about who I am? I'm not the just the girl that had issues and committed suicide. I don't want pity and I don't to have people talk about how they should have seen the signs. That's a load of crap. Half the people that go probably only saw me on holidays or are people that only had a few conversations with me. The other half shouldn't put that on themselves, you and Grace shouldn't put that on yourselves. Yes there might have been 'signs', but I did my best to cover them up. Besides mom and dad think I'm doing fine since I go to my support group. Then again they don't want to see the truth because if they did then their reputation of having the perfect family would be ruined. Well after this they can consider it completely destroyed. I mean one slip up and dad would have been the one to destroy it, but no we can't have that now can we. Do you know how many people he has payed off to keep this quiet? You know what I've made my peace with it, and by peace I mean I've decided that he can go to hell. Take care of mom she doesn't deserve what has happened. Make sure she's okay and one other thing on my list of demands for my funeral. Don't let dad's 'girlfriend' come. I don't want skank all over my grave.

                                        Love,
                                                Madeleine

P.S: I just realized that if you listened to my note and read these letters one day at a time then you'll read this after my funeral. So I want a party, consider it a birthday party but for the day I died.