I have more information for you:
I'm starting to figure things out. I think I know my age. I'm 7. Is that old? I want to believe you but i also want to believe you are lying. Ever since I took the necklace off my thoughts have become so graphic. I'm now living two days ahead of everyone else but unfortunately as a result I am completely alone. Your second grade teacher is waiting here for you to come back and finish your homework.
I know this probably doesn't help but its all I know right now.
Enclosed is a picture of the road next to the river where they found my body. They did find my body, didn't they?