I broke it into pieces. I smashed it with my legs. I grabbed an empty piece of paper and a pen to write to Max after settling down, but my hands were shaking. I still had to write something in case I saw him, or had a way of sending the message to him.
"Hey Max, I hope you are good. I know how frustrated you are at the moment, and how you have tried searching for me.
We are just starting this fight. We are starting this battle. I really need to see you. I am so sorry about what happened before I got missing. I have a lot to explain to you, a lot to tell you, Max. In all, I will only hope you understand where I am coming from.
Jeremy kidnapped me, and I was locked in the same place you saved me from. I had the same things done to me over and over again. I wish I could mention those things in this letter, but they are extremely terrible. I just want you to come and get me.