Dear friend, Am I Mad?

Dear friend,

I need a record to help prove my sanity. To prove I am not mad, if you will. I also need someone to listen to my grave story. You'll listen won't you?

There are things in life that do not make sense, this is true. Lord knows this is true, but isn't there always some kind of logic behind every action? Isn't there always a small grain of truth behind every lie? I am not so sure of this way of thinking anymore. Only because something horrible happened that makes absolutely no sense-- none at all! I wish I could rewind time back to that morning... maybe I could've done something to stop the 'accident' from occuring. Everyone in town thinks it was an accident; that it was her time to come, but I'm not dumb. This so-called accident was fixed --planned somehow. I hope I can get others to realize this and come to my aid in the hopes of finding the culprit. Although, i know this is not likely. I'm a mere twelve-year-old girl no adult-- no authority figure-- would ever listen to me.

I know you may be curious as to what this 'accident' is, but i'm afraid I cannot share. Not quite yet. In fact, I don't really know you. Are you trustworthy? What will you do once you have read what has happened? Will you help me in proving I'm right? I pray sincerely that you are extremely trustworthy and courageous this way when the time comes for me to reveal you'll do what is right. What is noble. 

I fear no one will help, but they must because it is for justice! It is noble, and we are the noble town. Friend, I am also afraid i cannot tell you what town i reside in, people's true names as well as my own. I only say this because of the small chance you will turn on me and make the people of the town think i've gone mad. For now, the whole town is in mourning and if I were to present my thoughts of what really happened they would think I'm not a rational young girl and have no more of me. That would ruin any possibility of gathering help that I have. I must be cautious. I must wait. Though, I was having a rather difficult time not blurting out what I speculate; this is why I write to you. To ease my sorrow, my panic, and to help my mind remain on the mission.

I will continue on calling you Friend, since I know not your name. As for me? I am a mystery to you, as well and because I've always liked mysteries that will be my 'name'. 

My name is Mystery and i hope you will be kind enough to recieve these letters, read and understand them and eventually (after i think you're ready) attest that I am right. What became on that morning is a story for another time. Another letter. As is how I came across finding you. Goodbye Dear Friend, I will write again soon smoothing out the details so you may understand.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                                     Mystery