Dear ṙ̶̨̡̢̬͓̰̫͙̼̩̮̦̘͖̤̼͕̼̝̳̘̹̺̭͚̜͌̀̏͐̒̔̐̔̇̇̈́̈́̈́͐̚͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅę̵̡̡̧͎̱̯̺̦͕͉͖̞̥̯̪͕̻͍̜͎̣̜̼̠̬̣̠̠̭̬̟͓͛͛̂̅̓̒̔̊̆͛͗̃̾̀͜͝͝ͅä̷̢̢̧̧̨̢̨̨̢̛͙͕̹̦̳̙͈̗̺̹̩͍͖̥͉̭͙̘͎̟̩̺̖̒̆̔͆̊͗̋̈́̀̾̈́͋́̋̈̀̊̌̓̉̍̽͒̎̋̽̐͆̅̓͘͜͠͝͝͠ͅͅd̵̢͙̻̙͎͕̻̮̟̙̣̼͚̳͎̲͌̑̓͆̿͐̓͗̉͒̒̈́̓̉́̋́̌̂́͝e̷̢̨͙͈̫͈̺̞̅͐͊͑̇̂̋́̈͒͂͊̐͗͂̈́̿͗͗̉̏̑͛̇͘̕͠r̵̲̭͇̣̣̤͎͋͋͆̈́͐̄̿͐͗ͅ,
My name is Tris, or maybe Tyrone? I don't really remember anymore. I don't have much time left. I felt the need to write, to convey my final message to the world, to someone reading this and considering opening the doors.
This letter is the last of what remains from my physical life on Earth.
I opened the doors, all of them. I said I would and I did.
You might think I got Avery back, and that everyone is back together and happy. That didn't happen.
Every time I opened the door, I entered a new reality, something that would haunt me for life. A part of me gets lost in that reality forever, breaking me off piece by piece.
Now I don't know where I am, or what I am. Ever since opening the 13th door, I knew it. I just knew that everything would change. And it did.
Avery was there, alive and well. She smiled and she snickered. I was so happy to see her, only to realize that it was a reality I didn't exist in. Only Avery and Kiara. I didn't exist.
But here I am, looking at them, through this glassy veil, this shield that so cruelly keeps me from the only thing I strived for the most.
The worst part? The door closed, and I cannot go back. My physical body is gone, only my 'essence' remains.
I believe it is the part of me that makes the core of me, the only part of me that remains. My happiness has been stripped away; everyone else had been stripped away. My body has been stripped away. I can't look at myself, and then I see them.
What I thought were ghosts were just them, cores roaming and cluttering this place, suffering silently. They were there in all the doors I opened. Some of them stuck there, some of them are still aware, many of them are already starting to slowly wash out of consciousness, fading out of reality itself.
That is what is going to happen to me, too. While I look into their lives, I see seamless and happy. I can't even tell them I'm here, or remind them who I was, because I don't exist. Is this the right answer? Is this the ultimate sacrifice?
In the end, I guess it was worth it. Now I roam the halls in agony, waiting for this cruelty to end somehow. If anybody is reading this I have just one thing to tell you: Don't let the evil out.
The end.