Elvira's Letters

Chapter 2

I started to hear the conversation again. It was getting louder. However, at some point the sound settled down. I managed to overhear that it was about me. Nothing new. After all, people only talk about me. And that was terrifying me. Marjorie was talking to her husband Ryan. About me. Again.
- Marjorie.. listen, I know you're trying to "break" her, but I have a feeling that we took a crazy woman into the house .-  Ryan began.
- Don't 'break', but  understand, - Marjorie replied.
-  It does not matter. You can't do that. And that worries me. I don't want to be rude, but this woman seems strange to me - Ryan continued.
- I feel like she has a problem - Marjorie began.
- A problem? She is ungrateful! He has a place to live! Who else would give her shelter if not us! She should be jumping for joy and what? She locks herself in the room and the only place she leaves is the bathroom. And you care for her like she's the closest person to you! - Ryan interrupted.
    -Ryan! I don't know what this woman has been through, but I sense she is a woman who      radiates kindness. Something is bothering her and I feel like I have to help her. Maybe she needs a therapist? - Marjorie replied.
    - Hmm.. it could be this.. Talk to her about it. -  Ryan finished.
Problem? I? It's impossible. Maybe my behavior was strange even to me, but everything was fine! After all, everyone is worried! Therapist? Huh! Well, I felt fine.
Elvira. We have to talk -  Marjorie said as she walked into the room. No knocking!
Yes?  - I pretended to be surprised even though I knew everything.
Something seems to be bothering you. It may be stupid to call it a problem, but it may be appropriate. I get the feeling you're afraid of something. I know we haven't known each other for long, but I want you to know that I like and respect you. I can help you. Unfortunately, only if you open your heart to me. -  Marjorie seemed genuinely upset.
I thought for a moment what to say to the worried woman. After all, she could turn it against me, but she could also throw me out of her house if I didn't say anything to her. I liked her very much, so I wanted to live with her.
Promise me you won't use this against me. -  I started quietly.
Why would I do that? - Marjorie replied in shock.
All people do that... First they say something and then they do something completely     different. They judge by the slightest movement. They remember forever. They will never forgive the slightest stumble. - I said desperately.
What are you talking about ... maybe there are such people, but I assure you that no one will judge you in this house. Please Elvira... trust me... - Marjorie said sadly.
I-I wish.. - I made the woman understand in a tearful tone that I had finished the conversation.
She left. Good. Suddenly thoughts ran through my head. What if she lied to me and planned to take advantage of my weakness? It certainly was it. I couldn't catch my breath. I felt it was over. She will hurt me for sure. Definitely! I was convinced that she had no pure intentions. Like everyone else. Everyone was always nice at first and when I shared my concerns they turned away from me. So how was I supposed to trust a woman who might be plotting an assassination attempt against me? Or something worse. Torture! Yes! Definitely! She let me live in a beautiful room, only to lock me up one day in a windowless basement and abuse me! Anyone would. I started crying. This time crying didn't help me disperse the storm clouds above my head. It only made new thoughts run through my bleeding mind. I exploded. Like a volcano. The worst part was that it didn't help at all. I started banging my head against the wall. Very much. It hurted, but less with each hit. Suddenly the light went out. Everything calmed down. After some time Marjorie entered the room concerned. She heard me crying and banging my head against the wall. She brought cookies and tea. This time she didn't say anything. She sat on the bed. She didn't even look at me. I started drinking tea and eating cookies. They were delicious. The drink was a bit too sweet, but that's a minor thing. It's strange, but the presence of the woman seemed to help me. I started breathing slower and I relaxed. Marjorie left the room. She started talking to her husband. I heard something about a Felicia. I just hoped that this woman was just a figment of their imagination. It's weird for you guys, but I really didn't want to meet another person who would probably do something to me. It was late evening and I remembered I didn't have pyjamas. I didn't want to scream out loud. I got out of bed and left the room. I took a different direction than the bathroom. I got a little lost. Marjorie's house was huge. I accidentally walked into a married couple's bedroom. What did I see there... no, no. Fortunately, not what you thought. But Ryan , obviously embarrassed, told me where Marjorie was. I have to admit the guy is a hottie, but it's not about that...
The woman was in the living room. She was watching TV. Turns out she was watching my favorite show! I asked her if I could join her. She said of course. I sat on the other end of the sofa and got into the story. When the episode, or rather a few of them, I did not count, I remembered why I came here. Marjorie lent me the most comfortable pyjamas I've ever worn. I went to sleep. In the morning I woke up very hungry. I had breakfast with the Ardelean family for the first time. I wanted to go for a walk. A breath of fresh air won't hurt after all. The 'Journey' was great. I haven't met a single person. I was safe. Nobody could hurt me. Still, it gave me a lot to think about. Why was no one there? Is this a plot against me? They were planning something. Definitely! I returned to the Ardeleans' house. I went to my room. Not to shut the door, but to read in peace. Marjorie said they had a large bookcase at home. She didn't lie to me. SHE DIDN'T LIE TO ME! It was a shock to me. After all, everyone cheats on me at every turn. Ex-husband, any ex or toxic ex-friends. I immersed myself in reading. Time passed and I read. The fun couldn't last forever...