Pre-recorded video sent to Robin Buckley

[fuckthisshit]

[ Alyssa is sitting on a bench at the DoDS. Kenneth hands her a tissue and she takes it and dabs at her eyes, sniffling, before giving him a soft- ] Thanks. Now fuck off, this is personal.

[ She watches him walk away and then looks back at the camera. She's been crying, but she squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath, lifting her chin a little.]

Hey, Robin. I've decided to go back home even though it's shit and literally the only person I care about there is dead. I don't know if they're going to lock me away or not. James took all the blame, but that doesn't mean we didn't do loads of other shit.

I guess I've kind of been hiding out here, not really wanting to live in that world, but not wanting to live in this one either. The memory sharing was really fucked up. Reminded me that it's real. That guy, he hurt other girls and would've hurt me if James hadn't... [ She tenses and up and shakes her head.]

I'm tired of reliving that moment. I need it to be over, whatever comes next. I need to move on.

And I can't do that here. [ She shrugs and grimaces. ]

Listen, I hate mushy shit. And I hate goodbyes even more. But you were, like, a really good friend. And fuck everyone else, you're good the way you are. Flaming lesbian and everything. [ She grins. ] Don't let Tim give you any shit. I left my name tag in the cash register. Hold onto it in case I decide to come back.

See you. Maybe. [ She sighs and smiles once more before cutting off the feed.]