Dean. Jonathon. Ambrose,

Well, aren't you just full of surprises? You're rich. Your life should be much more fun than mine. I'm just so shocked that you want to hear more about me. Or... read more about me. Haha.

But yeah, I know The Fray. That song "You Found Me" is always on the radio, and I think "How To Save A Life" is on sometimes too. They're really inspirational, actually. And I know that you might think I'm gay now or something, but I actually like One Direction a bit. Their songs are catchy, easy to listen to, ya know?

But that's pretty much it for the music I really like. I like all kinds of music, almost. Then again I'm not exposed to every single type of genre, so I might not know what else is out there. But that song "Happy" is fucking stuck in my head. Every single damn radio station plays that song. It's so annoying, but it's so catchy. That song might be the death of me.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot to mention this, but Charlotte bought me my own radio! So instead of listening to it in the lobby, I can just listen to it in my room. I think it was a late birthday present or something.

And about Roman, he's doing okay now. He's still a bit shaken up, you know, just being kicked out of his house like that at 17. But he's doing just fine now, in case you were wondering (although I know you weren't). I swear, the boy's got the voice of an angel. Sometimes I play a song on guitar and he sings along to it.

The other day I asked Charlotte if Roman and I could perform for the little kids. She thought it was a great idea, so she gathered all the kids in the lobby and Roman and I sang "Torn" by Natalie Imbrugalia for them. None of them really know what it's actually about, so we were safe, I think. They absolutely loved it! I'm so glad they did.

I think it was after that performance, that it was the first time Roman smiled since he got here. When I saw him smile, I got this really warm and fuzzy feeling inside, like he's really passionate about what he does.

Music's amazing, you know? It saves lives. Like "How To Save A Life," for example, hence the title. I've been listening to the radio a lot more recently, using the one that Charlotte gave me. You honestly don't know how lucky I feel now. To you, a radio is nothing. But to me, it's pretty much everything.

And I was kinda wondering about your loneliness. Do you have any siblings you could talk to? You never really mentioned any, so I was curious to know. You don't seem like the type of person to have siblings... well, I can't really judge from a letter, can I?

What's it like to have a sibling? I honestly don't remember if I have a sibling or not. I wasn't home long enough to know. That's what I wonder about my family. Like, if I had a sibling, why did they get rid of me? If they didn't want me in the first place, was I a mistake or something? Did they just happen to "accidentally" fuck and make me? See, that's why I hate my parents. You might be thinking, how can I hate my parents if I dont know them? I don't know, I just do.

Oh wait, you don't care. You have parents and everything. They raised you. They kept you. They didn't hand you to an orphanage and say, "Oh, take my baby, I don't love it, so I don't want it." You wouldn't know how I felt. That's why you just call us peasants and don't care about how we feel. But you know what, Dean Ambrose? You don't care, because you would never know how it felt. You wouldn't know how it feels to know that your parents didn't want you. You wouldn't know what it's like growing up in an orphanage and worrying every day that you might end up on the streets one day if you weren't adopted.

Do you know how much I worry about that? I'm 19 years old for fuck's sake! In probably 6 months time I'll be on the streets. Then you can fly over to Davenport and laugh at me playing guitar, trying to earn some extra cash.

Okay, you know what? I'll just stop writing here. Sorry I went off on a bit of a tangent. You don't care about any of the shit that goes on in my life here.

But I'll have you know, Dean Ambrose, that I care about your life. I guess I'm just that type of person.

Bye,

Seth, July 3 2014

Jeez,

Calm your fucking tits, Seth Rollins. I don't care about your life, and you wanna know why? It's not my fucking fault that your parents left you. It's not my fault that your living in an orphanage. It's not my fault that your life sucks right now. Like I said before, I don't want to read you complaining about your life. And why do you care about my life? You shouldn't. It's not yours. And you'll never have it. So why care about it?

And you know what? I doubt my parents really gave a fuck about me. All they did to raise me was give birth to me. The maids and servants practically raised me my entire life. And at least the ladies at the orphanage are nice. Sometimes I would get spanked by my mum if I didn't do something right.

And yeah, I have four sisters. But they're girls. I don't have a brother. And you know what? All my sisters are younger than me. Do you know... oh wait, never mind. Of course you know what it's like to have four screaming girls whining all over the place that their dresses aren't the right material, or that their hair doesn't turn out right. It's annoying as hell, Seth Rollins. Trust me, you wouldn't want any siblings of the opposite sex.

But Seth, maybe your parents did want to keep you. Maybe... maybe your mum was too scared, or you dad wasn't ready. You don't know the reason why your parents gave you up, so you can't automatically assume that they didn't want you once you were born. I'm just trying to see it from the parents' point of view.

By the way, I'm glad you know about The Fray. That Roman dude... he seems like an okay guy, I guess. Being a kid on the inside and stuff. To be honest, I wish I was still sixteen. Thinking that I'm twenty right now is just... it's mind-blowing. It's not easy, knowing that you're not a teenager anymore, you know? I'm actually kinda jealous of Roman. He's able to keep that kid inside him. Me... if I was caught dancing around naked in the house, my parents would definitely suspend my license or something.

There. I admitted something, because honestly, I have nothing to lose. These are just letters. I'm not losing my dignity here, especially since I'm talking to someone of the lowest class. It actually feels kind of good to get something off my chest. It's hard holding everything in. And... I think you would understand what it's like to not be able to tell someone something. Isn't it that way with everyone, anyway?

And um, if we could just, not fight over these letters. I'm just extremely lonely and I don't want to lose the one person who'll actually talk to me.

Bye,

Dean Ambrose, July 9 2014