Chapter 0: Where It Ends
If you’re reading this I’m dead.
Or probably going to be soon.
Dear brother: I hate you. You left me to die.
Tell mom I love her. And tell dad—
I always hated how his ties never matched his shirts. They were ugly. All of them. And I’m sorry I didn’t burn them sooner.
I guess this is the end. This is never how I wanted to go— hiding in a closet, scribbling with a broken Crayola crayon.
…I can hear them now. His footsteps creaking on the floor.
Listen. There’s just one thing—only one thing—you really need to know.
It was Banxy who killed me. Banxy with a capital ‘B’ for batshit insane.
Remember the name of that cold-hearted, coffee-obsessed, knife-wielding assassin.
And remember me too.
‘Cuz no one else will, that’s for sure.