Don is gonna be in the ICU until… well, until his time is up. they think he has about 15 or 16 days. I wonder if I should tell him the truth…

For the few who wanted a pic of just me for whatever reason.

This is the photo I’ll be giving to Don. From my graduation.

I’m going to give him a picture of me and Tara from my graduation, so he can take it with him when he returns home, to never forget us.

Actually, he gets it even if he does poorly. <3

Please keep me updated regarding Don’s refictionalization efforts. He only has maybe 3 weeks, as you know.

I’ll continue to use it to talk to you guys privately from now on. Oh course, don’t share anything with him, I’ll share it all with him when the time is right. Please do this for me.

DO NOT SHARE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING WITH DON. I WILL TELL HIM WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT.

The doctors and I haven’t shared everything with Don, and I get my info from the nurse I’m wooing. Yes, it’s true, if you really care, I wanna date her sometime soon. Anyway, she hears from the diagnosticians and lets me know, as I am Don’s health proxy.

… Sadly, they say… Don’s heart and lung damage may give him only about 3 weeks, maybe a couple days longer.

I urge you to take the necessary steps to refictionalize him with a magic cure, urgently.

This is Brad Foreman,Tara’s brother.

I warn you ahead of time, I am not attempting to write this as some grand piece of writing, but simply to express my feelings and emotions from my side of the story.

I’d also like to remind you that I’m slightly tipsy. My sister just died, I hope nobody minds. I just NEED to get this off my chest.

For doing so, I thought I would use this blog to post my own thoughts on the situation with Jennifer Cooney, if only to get the facts straight in my own head.

Jennifer and I were born in 1987. Her younger sister Miranda was born the following year, as was Tara.

Growing up, the four of us were very close. We had all of the same interests, in particular, codes and ciphers.

Even when our families would move, we would always be within a few towns of our home city, Seattle. We were always able to play together.

We all had some ‘imaginary friends’ growing up, but as three of us outgrew them, Jennifer… did not.

In High School, Jen and I began dating. We had always been teased as the perfect couple growing up, and one day, we thought ‘HEY WHY NOT’, right?

Why not soon became obvious. Her lovable quirks ever so slowly became horrifying quirks, especially her refusal to give up on her invisible companions. I’m ashamed to admit that around this time, I was starting to fall in love with her younger sister, Miranda.

When she turned 18, she suddenly began behaving strangely. She said her friends were all gone. A family friend, Dr. Mary Gamble, would eventually say that she subconsciously deleted them from her perspective because 18 meant adulthood, and adults simply don’t have imaginary friends. Whether this is what happened or not is up for debate, given what we learned later about Dr. Gamble.

After her episode on her birthday, she was briefly checked into a mental clinic. Miranda and I began our relationship WAY TOO fast, I admit, to the point of even engaging in intercourse while she was in there. I still feel guilty, though I really did love Miranda at that time.

And then, when Miranda and I visited Jen at the hospital, she somehow knew what we had done. She claimed that one of her few remaining imaginary friends told her, but… I don’t know. Maybe she could tell by our body language? Or maybe she suspected and just guessed? I don’t know if we’ll ever understand how she knew. Maybe magic, maybe mundane is what Jen would say…

Unfortunately, we all made a big mistake. Mary Gamble, a friend of the family, acted as Jen’s psychiatrist. We knew that her specialty was not mental disorders, certainly not dealing with someone with schizophrenia, but she was closest to us. Mistake. She couldn’t handle what she perceived as evil, and just… let her go. Sure, Jen hadn’t actually done anything wrong yet, but we all knew she was on a dark path.

This was confirmed when she murdered her own sister, my girlfriend, months later. … I miss you, Miranda.

It was after that that Jen vanished, and unbeknownst to us all, took the name Deanna Hackins. I THINK that may have been one of her old imaginary friends’ names.

Nothing happened again until Tara decided to become an actress/model. Apparently, the first photographer that would hire her, that bastard Tripky, was in fact someone Jen also had a connection with. As we now know, Tripky actually helped Jen falsify an alibi to appear innocent in Miranda’s murder.

Tara apparently had a photoshoot in the house on Mayfield Street, which was “Deanna’s” house. Tara never mentioned her on the blog, but given Jen’s manipulative abilities, she probably convinced Tara not to say as much. The calendar clue ultimately proved that by the end Tara knew that Jen was behind it all, but… but it was too late.

The most important thing I take from this blog is that my sister was the bravest soul I ever knew. She did not fear Jeffrey Hope, and she did not fear Kenneth Tripky. But most of all, she was the only one to never ever fear Jennifer Cooney.

Jen was a woman who could bring you to your knees just by looking at you, or make you frightened and paranoid just by thinking about her.Tara did not. Tara only left that final video when left with no other option, even when she thought she was going to die. She didn’t fear even death.

I’ve also learned today that Tara will be getting the dedication for the show she was to star in. You did it sis, your name is eternally famous. And what did Jen get? Eternally infamous… the woman who failed at everything she ever attempted.

Tara Coulson was infinitely stronger and greater than Jennifer Cooney could ever hope to be.

~Bradley Foreman