We all Fall Down
The ": ."s are to add an extra return.

Dear Mum,

I heard you banging on the door and calling for what seemed like ages, you've probably heard that I haven't been seen for days. I went to the doctor and said I was depressed becoming apathetic, we were able to joke and he told it'll pass, I'm still waiting for that to happened.

I still like writing though, here's my story and I hope you like reading it. I would have let you in, but I don't much care for visitors any more.

Love,
Simon

Simon died at home two days ago from starvation, his last story is also on the table:

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My teacher is always giving me detention and for what? She didn't like that my story had stories in it and I refused to change it. This is creative writing and I should be able to write anything I want. I think I'll burn the school down tomorrow but first I'll post my plan on a forum so people know not to mess with me. Here's the story they didn't like:

It was a cold summer night, the moon was full and the sun was about to come up. No time for a tan, I've got to bury the body.

Earlier tonight some guys approached me in the park and asked for a cigarette. Since I don't smoke I told them I didn't have any. They asked for a dollar so I pulled out my wallet and gave them two.

They grabbed my wallet, threw me to the ground and stabbed me over and over again. The last thing I remember before I bled to death was an uncircumcised dick sliding up my arse and more of them reaching inside several wounds before a warm substance fills them. That's why I have to hide my body, so no one will know what happened to me. At least I've got my book:

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Oh my god this is so fucking awesome!! You finally got your test results and are hoping to get into to the women's group you applied for before you turn 17.

You worry about the contents and think 'What kind of group requires a blood test?'. Hell, you don't even know what they're looking for because they sent it in on your behalf as a medical advocate. It doesn't matter, those getting to know you parties over the last four months are worth it.

All the other girls are looking at you, waiting in anticipation and you notice some are holding back a smile. You tear the envelope open.

It's from a pathology centre, no surprise there. The leader, Jessica, takes it from you and unfolds it. You read at the name of the group from a demountable plaque on the wall."WOMen", a cute little name that's somehow reassuring. A smile emerges Jess's face and she says, "Congratulations, you're H.I.V. Positive. Welcome to the war on men, you may only have 15 years to live, but they'll be the best years of your life". You shouldn't have picked a cult that has unprotected orgies to "Get to know you better".

A pamphlet is shoved into your hand. Jess tells you it contains a copy of a detective's account of one his cases and proves all men should die if they have more than one girlfriend in their lifetime and that God has proven it, and also if they don't like a certain band:

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. . .You've got to accentuate the positive, Eliminate the negative. . .

"Damn it, it's the Andrews Sisters again!"
Dave was in witness protection and he hated the upbeat music because it made him feel like he'll never have a good life again. In fact, he never had a good life to begin with on account of marrying the first girl he met, someone who still beats the shit out of him today.
"What's wrong with the Andrews Sisters?", a detective inquires.
"Turn that shit off I don't want to listen to it!". Dave is getting agitated so the detective turns it off and the D.A. returns to his questioning.

"What happened the day of the shooting?".
"I was selling my car and I noticed this guy fell over it, he was bleeding in my trunk so I popped him in the face with a wrench."
"And then you shot him." the detective interrupts. The detective thought if he could provoke fear it would make Dave look guilty. He was right.

"I didn't shoot anyone! He was shot before I saw him! I did see the shooter though and I was cheating on my wife with her. I didn't she know was a dealer!", Dave is certain he won't be able to prove his innocence in court.

The detective turns off the microphone and calls it a night, reminding Dave to get his story straight and calm down or there will be consequences during the cross-examination.

When the detective wakes up Dave is gone, and so are his handcuffs. The Andrews Sisters are playing on the radio.

Dave takes the long walk to the station. "It'll be over soon.", he says to himself, accentuating the positive. Going over his life piece by piece, he eliminates the negative. He latches on to the affirmative by cuffing himself to the tracks and by leaning his head towards the train he doesn't mess with Mr In-between.