A/N: I know a lot of people didn't really like Beth Young, but honestly, I felt sorry for the poor woman. I never liked how Felicia bullied her and I could actually understand her conflict with loving Paul despite her mom's extreme (but obvious) disapproval. So this is my short tribute to this very sad character. One quick note about the actual content...the site wouldn't let me do more of a blank space after the word, "Dear". I had originally had it as a single, long line but they wouldn't allow that either. But I think you guys will get the general idea of what I was trying to accomplish with it. Hope everyone enjoys! :)

Dear ,

I am more than aware that whoever reads this will question why I left a blank space after the greeting. I admit the environment I grew up in was anything but ideal for my mental health (after all, I did put a gun to my head). But there is reason behind my unusual salutation. There is not one person this letter is directed to, but many. I do not have anyone in my life who believes I am worth anything. No one will be sad to learn of my death. This does not make me bitter in the slightest; I have accepted this fact. Therefore, this farewell is directed to the hospital's emergency personnel (I apologize for the unusual disruption to your day). To the investigators, so they will not need to question my motive. To the neighbors of Wisteria Lane, who will no doubt gossip about my death for weeks.

But out of all my cold, distant neighbors, I would like to take this moment to say something more to Bree Van De Kamp. I know it was not easy for you to reach out to me as you did, and for that I am grateful. To be honest, I was never impressed by your holier than thou attitude, although I did overhear one time that you have improved greatly over the years. You truly have a good heart, Bree. It is so wonderful that you genuinely want to help Susan.

Speaking of Susan, there are some things I would like to tell her. Susan, I know you and I never got along. How could we? I was living in your home with a man you have despised for years. I know that given the choice, you would not hesitate in choosing Bree's donated kidney over my own. But Susan, I beg you. Please allow me this one last chance to do something right for the first time in my thirty years of life.

This is also for Mama, if she cares to know of her only child's death. I know I have been nothing but a disappointment to you my entire life. I always tried so hard to please you. But it was never enough. Despite everything, I truly am sorry for letting you and your sister down.

As I take breaks from writing this letter to continuously reload my gun, I cannot help but feel so close to Mary Alice Young. I would like to think that if there is a Heaven, and if I am destined to be there, perhaps Mary Alice will be waiting to greet me with open arms.

Sincerely,

Beth Tilman Young

P.S. Paul Young is the one who murdered my aunt, Martha Huber. Do everything in your power to bring this man to justice.