Character: Amoretta Blake<br/>Age:18<br/>Appearance:<div class="inline-attachment">
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</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dear Zack,<br/><br/>I didn't know who else to tell, except my life long idol. No one would listen to me, my pain or my screams. I thought maybe if you did listen I could at least have a happy occurrence in my life.<br/><br/>It all began when I was 4, I would hear my parents scream at each other, I would not sleep. I blamed it on myself, in my eyes I was the problem. <br/>I could not confide in anyone. All I remember of my childhood is the constant screaming, no happy memories I can recall.<br/>My mother was beautiful but cold. She had no heart, for as far as I was concerned. She cared only about herself, and completely shut me out of her life sometimes. My father on the other hand was a drunk. He would go to work and come home late, and that's when the yelling would begin. <br/>I wanted to make them stop, and have a happy family like all my friends had. But I was too much of a coward to speak up when I had the chance. Sometimes the fight would get so bad that I'd hear my mother hit my father. <br/>I guess the last straw was on my 10th birthday when my mom had prepared a party for me. Not even a hour into the party my dad arrived. He stumbled inside, and had no clue what was going on. He had forgotten it was my birthday, and in front of all my friends the fighting began. It got so bad my dad left. He left for a month, and I only saw him 3 days out of that month.<br/>The divorce was final a little after I turned 11. I was lost in a world of hate, I knew nothing of love nor did I feel anything of it. I lived with my father mostly because my mother wanted nothing to do with me anymore. My father had sobered up by that time, but our relationship was still ruined. <br/>At the age of 14 I was diagnosed with severe depression, and I had lost nearly everything I held dear. My friends had abandoned me, and I wanted nothing more than to not exist. I went day by day feeling nothing but hatred and numbness. I was now a outcast at school, people made fun of me, and I could turn to no one. Because no one could ever make it stop.<br/>Though soon I met a boy who had troubles just as I did, and he soon became a good friend. We confided in each other, we were each others rock. I loved him, and he didn't know it. I had never needed a person so much in my life, but he was it. But my friend died at the age of 17 in a car accident. Little after that I found out he loved me. I had a chance at happiness, and yet again I was too afraid to take a chance.<br/>I attempted suicide multiple times. I tried suffocating myself, smothering myself with my pillow or trying to drown myself. But each time I could not go through with it. Night after night I locked myself in my room with a blade held to my wrist, but no strength in me to make a fresh cut. So instead I began to drink...<br/>Ever night and every dollar went to alcohol, I needed it. I couldn't cope with life without it. It all hurt to much. Under my facade I was a girl screaming to be dead. <br/>3 years have passed since the death of my friend, and each day is still like a living nightmare without him. I was robbed of everything, a childhood, a future, and happiness. I have cleaned up and I am sober for 2 years now. But the pain remains. I am 18 a adult, but still lost like a kid. I now live alone as I wait for my life to turn around.<br/>Zack, your movies has helped me through many of my hard times, and I want to thank you for it. I want you to keep up what you are doing because it is probably the only thing at this point that brings me joy. <br/><br/>-Amoretta</span>