"I suppose many of you think, 'Look, Monica Baldwin, another person has died because of you, why wasn't it you who died?'"
"I presume that's what most are thinking at this moment, wishing it was me who died." She paused briefly, then continued, "I wish it were me too. But the regrettable event has already occurred. What can I do?"
"I'm aware of most of the messages on the internet and the items mailed by Rachel's fans. I've seen them all."
"But what do you want me to do? Jump off a thirty-story building? Sorry, I won't…I will survive, and live well. Whether you approve or disapprove, I am here. Your hatred won't make me lose a single hair."
"Because I'm well aware that many are just using the deceased as an excuse for cyberbullying. I don't think that shows respect for the dead."
"Sorry, Monica Baldwin, I have to interrupt you." At this point, a female reporter suddenly raised her hand and stopped her.
