2021.

*These letters were found scattered during a thorough investigation. They are a compilation of letters the subject wrote to her deceased mother. We have illegally published them to raise awareness, however reader discretion is advised.*

December 31, 2020.

Hey mom!

It’s finally New Year’s! I’m soooo excited for this stupid year to be over. Honestly corona was such a drain, and yeah yeah I know it’s not over just yet but I think this year is going to be better. Online school was honestly the worst, and everything else that happened just added to the stress. I have to go, everyone is about to start counting. Wish you were here! Miss you tons.

Xoxo,

Alana

March 1, 2021.

Hi mama.

I’m a little sad today. We aren’t going back to school anytime soon. The second wave hit, and it’s even worse this time. Millions of people dead, just like that. I feel so...heavy. I haven’t stopped crying for hours and now my head hurts. They also said there was a new virus going around. People say this one was engineered, but they said that about covid so I don’t know what to believe. The stupid president got the new virus. Things aren’t looking too great. A new group also started showing up, looting, and breaking things. Like the blm protests but without the moral correctness behind it. These are just terrorists. It’s like 2020 all over but worse. I hate everything. I love you.

Xoxo,

Alana

March 19, 2021.

Hey.

Things are getting worse. Corona still hasn’t been contained because the president died. That group I was telling you about? They’re calling themselves the anarchists...they’re trying to take over. So far, over 80 government officials have been killed by them. They’re starting at the top and moving down. Everything is going to hell. I’m sorry mama, I wanna make you proud but if I’m being honest, I’ve given up on school. I’m so drained and they give so much work and there’s too much going on in the world that I just think school isn’t even relevant. There are fires too. Yeah. Fires. In March. I can’t even go to the backyard anymore, and grocery shopping is a mission in itself. I’m starting to find that nothing matters. I just hope this all ends soon.

Xoxo,

Alana

*It should be noted that the subject started therapy and was on antidepressants from this point forward.*

May 4, 2021.

Hi mama!

Happy Birthday! I miss you. It's a good thing you’re not here. I don’t think you would enjoy this birthday very much. I don’t understand how the world has gone to hell in a few months. I don’t even have any motivation to get out of bed. Dad brings food to my room which I just end up vomiting anyways. I did start therapy. It’s helping a little, but I just get so angry and sad and I don’t understand how we let ourselves get to this point. Some people have resorted to eating insects as a daily part of their diet. It’s actually recommended, because almost everything burned back in March. The environment is one of the worst things happening right now. Some cities don’t even have water- there are literal wars over water right now. Giraffes, tigers, a lot of different birds, a species of elephant… they’ve gone extinct. Just like that, gone. The Amazon is burning again too. There’s a lot of other things that I just can’t bear to write down. That’s not even it. The government completely deteriorated. There are so many new rules put in place by the anarchists. We’re scared to even go outside anymore. They have guards on every street, and if they see something wrong they just take you. Just like that. I don’t even know their motives. Nobody does. They’ve even implemented curfew now, and if you’re out past 8, they take you. Yeah. Not a very great birthday at all. I love you.

Happy Birthday. Xoxo,

Alana

*The subject wrote letters after this which were lost. We suspect that the lost letters told of how she began to fight against the anarchists. There is nothing indicating how she started, nor how it all began.*

July 8, 2021.

Hey mom.

I don’t have much time. It’s 9:24 pm and I’m hiding from the officers. I know, I’m not supposed to be out right now. But I have big news! I finally found the anarchists’ motive! Turns out, they’re the ones who released the second virus. They call it Vx. The president didn’t die from corona, he died from Vx! The people need to know, and I need to be the one to do it. We can’t stay silent. There is so much more I need to put in writing, and

*This letter was unfinished due to the subject being found and captured. She was taken to the state prison, where the next letters were torn, some unreadable due to their state.*

Sometime in August.

Hi mama.

I don’t have much time. My break is only 45 min long, and I need 15 of those to eat. The people outside are protesting! They’re fighting for me. Can you believe it? I told them everything. I told my friend that if I was captured to leak the info, and she did exactly that. The people know about everything. Vx, they know about the anarchists' plan to root out people who are different. They know that the anarchists are the ones making the world burn so the people will trust them to fix it, they know so much more that I do not have time to write down. Everyone thought 2021 would be better. It’s not. But I’m hopeful that we can fix this. My friend has the heart locket you gave me. The people are using it as a symbol of hope. Hope that we can take down the anarchists, take back our country, our world. We can start over. We won’t let them silence us. I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you again.

Xoxo,

Alana

I think it’s still August? They don’t keep calendars here.

Mom!

I got in a fight. Thought I’d let you know. People are still protesting. I wish I was there. It’s horrible in here. They keep beating us, they work us like slaves. I’m writing letters to my friend on the outside too, but she destroys all of them. They can’t be found. But we’re working towards a better future. We won’t let them silence us.

Xoxo,

Alana

Maybe its October. I have no clue.

Hey mama.

I just want these written down. People are protesting still, but less. I want these things written down in case anything happens. My name is Alana. I’m 17 years old. My favorite color is red. I was captured at 16. I refuse to be silenced.

Xoxo,

Alana

November 7, 2021.

Hi mom.

I only know the date because I heard an officer say it's his little girl’s birthday. I’m so sorry mama. So many people have died. People are still fighting, but I’ve lost hope. I’ve tried to make you proud, but I can’t go on like this anymore. People have forgotten my name. They’ve forgotten the reason to fight. The anarchists won. They’ve silenced me. I hope they won’t be able to do it to everyone else.

Xoxo,

Alana

*The subject of these letters was found dead three days after the last letter was written. She committed at 9:54 pm, November 10, 2021. Alana will not be forgotten. Do not let her efforts be in vain. Refuse to be silenced.*