So I got back home at 12:30 am. Yea.
Someone (*cough* probably Demon *cough*) left a box for Abby on the porch with a card.
It was left anonymous, but the writing sounded suspiciously like Demon.
*things emitted for privacy*
merry christmas abby.
Hope you enjoy it. I know it's what you wanted so don't fucking mention it.
~i don't want you to know who i am (but you will probably figure it out, you're smart like that)
Also, if you look at the '~' there's a clue there.
It was a leather jacket ($650) that Abby fell in love with but she was saving up her money for cause she wanted to earn her own money, not use Mom and Fathers.
She cried for a while.
Hope y'all had a good day.
Pm her and she may tell you the full note.
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So this is the real me, not the me my family knows or my friends know. This is the me that has tried to take his life and regrets that it didn't work. I'm sorry my sister that you may read this and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you or mom and dad. O...