She sent the woods to me in an envelope, an envelope I wished I never opened.
I've been getting anonymous letters for 3 months now. And I cannot say in words how much my life has been demolished by them.
Say, stranger, are you going to read her let...
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Dear Maria,
Today was a hectic one.
I have recently started going to this new school which is just a five minutes drive away from home.
I was so looking forward to making new friends and music classes and art classes.
But turns out, everyone here is like Mrs Percy. No, they aren't all psychics or whatever. But they sure are odd and so very rude.
Everyone in the class looked at me weird when I introduced myself. Most of them were gawking at my tiny ear piercings and the tiny rose pendant dangling from my neck.
Maybe it's not everyday they get city folks transferred in the middle of the year. But still it doesn't excuse those rude murmurs and creepy side glances. I could feel their eyes on my back. Even over the teacher's loud voice, I could hear their faint hissing when the math teacher called my name. I could also clearly hear their muffled giggles when made a slight mistake on the board. Even the air trapped and suffocated with the stench of sweat screamed the word outsider on my face as I turned around and walked back to my seat.
It was a weird feeling. One second I was in the classroom and then the next second I was surrounded by these faceless dark figures, or maybe those were shadows. Swaying, moving, ogling and laughing at me, pointing their long nasty fingers as a man with no ears or eyes went back to saying riddles and drawing senseless shapes on the board.
The figures got bigger and bigger even taller than the dull grey ceiling while their laughter rang and echoed nonstop against the walls of my skull. And all I wanted was for the laughter to stop. I wanted to run but my legs were stoned on the floor.
Even when I got home the feeling didn't stop, the ringing didn't stop. I couldn't eat dinner today. Papa and Mama were worried, a little too much worried than usual I guess. I was angry and they were treating me like a troubled child. It was so irritating that I wanted to pour all of Papa's secret wine on the table and light the big piece of wood on fire.
I know Maria. I shouldn't think like that. After all, I am a troubled child, no harm in treating me like one.
I remember what Mr. Hannes said about these things. I should not feed these demons anymore. He said those things I see are all inside my head. The weird scenarios, the unreal people, the unhuman voices.
Are those shadows inside my head too? The whispers? The screams? The hundred goodnights and million grins? Is Mrs Percy in my head too?
I'm not sure I believe Mr. Hannes. Isn't my head too small for such big things? I wonder, what is exactly inside my head?
I don't like this feeling Maria. It's too restless. I wish you were here.
Yours affectionately,
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