[After Louis tells her what's going on. She's read as much as she can. The comment comes almost as soon as Chloe posts this one, so she knows it'll be seen immediately. Her handwriting jitters like she's in withdrawal or suffering from low blood sugar. Or both.]
Your sister is right. And more than that, I know how easy it is to acquire things in the hospital. Even in locked wards, it's possible. I also know how much pain a person can take and still be able to do things. And knowing this and seeing the things you've said? I've stayed out of this, but now I need to say something too.
Stay away from my family. Stay away from their friends. Stay away from anyone they know. Keep your own family far from all those people. And here's why.
I know you've read the tabloids. Let's review. [Her hand shakes even more.] I handed my sister over to a madman. I watched as he abused her. I kept the rest of my family from her. And then after the fact, I knew people were coming to kill him, and I let them. I gave them my blessing. The man that I had loved more than anyone else, I handed him over to his own death. Why would I show any sort of mercy to someone I don't even know, when I've done all of that?
I have nothing to lose. The police haven't been able to prove I've done anything. There isn't a hospital in the city that will take me anymore. I have been off my meds for the last few weeks, and actively suicidal for at least that long. And I have no qualms about taking your family with me with the most creative things I ever learned from Ian. Murder itself is too simple.
So stop. Now.
[The writing stays for only a few minutes. Just enough to be read by someone that's paying attention. And then it blacks out, much like Chloe's conversation with Sam. And all that's left is:]