Elvira's Letters

Chapter 1

A few days passed. Few or even more. I didn't care. I stopped counting them. I moved to a house for people who need it. All the people were only staring at me. I could not stand it, all of a sudden I met Marjorie. I did not trust her. She said that I can live with her. I was in two minds for a long time, but I thought that living with her is still better than living in a shelter for homeless people. Because now only Marjorie will judge me. Right? Hell no. It emerged that she was married. What could I do? When she introduced me to him I felt I am watched. It was like a laser or even worse. I couldn't move at all, so I just was standing in a hall for half an hour. Yes. Half an hour. And what did Marjorie and her husband do? They left me alone. After twenty minutes she came back to the hall I was standing in paralyzed with fear. Marjorie asked me if I was okay. I was not. I was afraid that she would hurt me like everyone would do. She seemed to be somehow different. She told me that I don't have to stand here. It was obvious, but not for me. I stepped back. I was even more worried. What if she wanted to catch me in a room with no windows and any light? Maybe it is stupid, but I am afraid of darkness. And what if Marjorie wanted to kill me!? I again stepped back. I hit my head to a wall that was behind me. A painting in a sharp frame fell on me. What if Marjorie hanged it there for a reason!? I couldn't stand it anymore. I just sat down and started crying. I have never cried so hard in my lifetime. Any other person would be grateful for a new place to live in, but I felt like I was trapped. Marjorie went away. I thought she would not come back. I felt relaxed. Peace couldn't last forever, because she had to come back. It was weird for me, but a lament helped me to control my thoughts. I was more relaxed. Marjorie came back with a box of tissues. The very first time in my life I felt that someone was taking care of me. She didn't smile, but she seemed to be really worried. She was afraid that she did something bad for her guest. This time I agreed to follow her lead to a room, where I was supposed to stay. It was spacious, decorated beautifully. It has a window! A huge window!. I felt I could watch the entire World! I still was very leery, but tired. Really tired. So that's how I ended up in bed. It was very soft and comfortable. Before I covered myself with a duvet, I realized that I didn't have pyjamas, so I would have to sleep naked. The thought made me feel watched. I searched the entire room for cameras. I was afraid that someone would actually be watching me. Also, I counted all the furniture. There were 7 of them. When I finished I went to bed again. I undressed uncertainly, but still. However, before I covered myself with the duvet, I had to count all the seams of the pillowcase. It took me a while, but at least I was sure it wouldn't break while sleeping. The night was very restless for me. I had the feeling that someone was walking down the hall and was definitely talking about me. Even in spite of the night time... however, I finally managed to fall asleep. I slept restlessly, but I slept. In the morning Marjorie knocked on the door. I woke up. I realized I was naked. I was terrified that she would see me without my clothes on. I panicked because I couldn't find my dress. I had no idea what happened to it! Marjorie kept knocking, she must have been worried...or the opposite! Suddenly, the door opened and a woman entered the room. I quickly covered my naked body with the duvet. I wanted to be sure she doesn't notice I'm wearing nothing.
- Hi! You could have said you wanted something to sleep in. A bathrobe or something. I'm sure I could find something for you. Jorie said jokingly.
- Yeah...- I felt really weird. I could actually do it. But what if she just wanted to make fun of me and give me nothing at all?
- You didn't even tell me your name. I introduced myself at the beginning. I'd like to meet my guest -  said the woman.
- I-I'm Elvira. I felt like I had sold my soul to the devil.
- Nice to meet you! We have breakfast in 15 minutes, today we eat pancakes. I hope you will come - Marjorie replied cheerfully.
The woman left the room and I continued my search for the dress. It turned out to be under the bed. I got dressed and suddenly I felt my bladder. Yeah. I haven't used the restroom since yesterday. I had to motivate myself and leave the room to ask about the bathroom. It took me a while because what if they plan to lock me up there? But the need took over. I felt I couldn't take it any longer, so I ran out of the room and asked Marjorie about the toilet. When I settled the need, I wanted to go back to the room where I slept, but I smelled delicious pancakes and immediately got hungry. Even though I was afraid that my family might poison me, I followed the smell. I wanted to eat pancakes, but fears took over, so I took a portion to the room. An hour later I heard footsteps. Two people's steps. I also heard voices. One belonging to Marjorie and the other, presumably, to her husband. They were talking about me. I heard it. The man suspected something about me. I didn't hear a word. Marjorie, on the other hand, defended me. I didn't know who to fear more. Suddenly the woman entered the room. She started talking to me about my strange behavior. It seemed weird to her. What could I say? Everything seemed fine to me. Nevertheless, I shared with her the fears I was holding back. I didn't feel any better, but she understood what I was going through every day. This conversation somehow gave me peace. It made me cheerful. However, it was not a blissful and long peace. However, the voices behind the door that still concerned me were terrifying. All I heard was that something was wrong with me. I started to believe it, which made me even more depressed and started a new obsession. Until one day...