Right, about my pact, every night at midnight I would read a letter.

The whole day I stumbled around feeling numb.

School was the worst because of it. The news had started to come out about Katie's death, and some of my friends were bugging me about it. They were constantly asking if I was okay, and they knew how close Katie and I had been.

Certain people came up to me and asked why I was so upset over the death of an actress.

Well, I'm sorry that Katie wasn't just an actress to me. She was my favorite actress, and also a friend.

When I got home, I sat in my room, and stared at the box. The box seemed to be mocking me, and I really wanted to throw it out the window.

I didn't, because I wanted to know who screwed over Katie so she drove off of a bridge.

I sat in my room for hours, and my mom knew how bad Katie's death was affecting me. She said I didn't have to go to school for the rest of the week.

I was thankful.

At midnight, I opened the letter labeled Letter Two.

It read:

This has to go along with the first letter.

Wendy Mericle.

What do I have to say about you?

Well, you screwed me over too. You and Marc had to make your precious Olicity a thing, and that resulted in you guys killing of my character because she was an "obstacle."

Obstacle my ass.

There was so many other options that you could've done.

I was talking to Caity Lotz after you wrote me off, and she said that the Legends writers would've gladly had me join their cast.

Same goes with Danielle Panabaker and the Flash writers.

But no, Olicity is SO much more important.

Like I said to Marc, I hope my death bites you in the ass.

Sincerely, Katie.