Dear Elena,

That Voice

I stared at the clock. No school, no job, parents visiting some relatives. You would think I would be partying by now.

But no. No friends either and no alcohol. I sighed. I read all my books and the library was closed. My luck was running out, not that I had any to begin with.

I yawned and scratched my head. When you have nothing to do, eat food was my motto.

Nodding decisively, I head to my kitchen.

I snort at that. MY kitchen. It really was my kitchen. I had to take on a lot of jobs and studying for that to come true.

Opening the refrigerator, I inwardly cried in despair. I was supposed to go grocery-shopping yesterday but... I forgot. I forgot things too easily and I always wrote sticky notes everywhere to remind myself.

I cursed at myself. Now wasn't the time for my forgetfulness to kick in.

I reluctantly got the emergency money from the compartment behind the family portrait. Having no food was an emergency.

I ordered pizza and all that jazz, my mind still wondering off. My dad said it was a bad habit I got since I was younger. They even thought I had some disorder or some shit.

But I was just your plain old daydreamer.

I only groaned when the employee said I should expect it in 15 minutes.

What the hell was I supposed to do in 15 minutes?

"Write." A small voice whispered.

I do not have an inner voice nor do I have schizophrenia.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was no school jock or curious cat. When I hear a creepy voice whispering to me in an empty house, I run.

Coward or not, I value my life, thank you very much.

"Write a letter."  The voice whispered persistently. I only ran to my porch and shut my eyes closed.

"LALALALA not listening. I'm just imagining  things." I tried to convince myself. I put my fingers in my ears to block out any more whispers.

I heard a chuckle and a chill went down my spine when I realized I heard it right fucking beside me.

I turned around and lunged at the mysterious voice. I kicked him in the place it hurts most and put some distance between us. I assessed the damage done and called 911.

Is what I would like to say I did but I didn't.

I only froze up and closed my eyes tighter.

I only wanted pizza for God's sake!

"I'll leave you alone," Oh thank peanut butter and jelly. "if,"

I cursed, there was always that IF. I should have known. The voice was deep and sounded like the typical wise man voice. Only, it sounded very amused at my suffering. Why was I always the unlucky one who's stuck with the sadist.

"I'll only leave if you write a letter and make a pen pal."

It didn't seem so bad.

"Why are y-you doing this?" My voice embarrassingly broke in the middle of my sentence and went high. It was unsure and trembling.

Seriously, where the hell is my pizza?

The voice chuckled and I contained a shudder.

"You will know in due time."

If I wasn't scared shitless I would've rolled my eyes. The answer was so typical. Maybe I was just reading to much cliche books lately.

And all of a sudden I just knew the voice was gone. The overwhelming presence disappeared but my chills didn't. I was still frozen and wished that what had just transpired wasn't real.

"You ordered some pizza?" I snapped out of my terrified state and looked at the delivery man fiercely.

"Where the hell were you five minutes ago?"

The poor man can only gape and stutter in fear at my less than friendly welcoming.

I angrily grabbed my money and shoved it at his face. I grabbed my box of pizza and stomped on my way to the front door. I wasn't bullied but I was  so sick and tired of being pushed around. I mean, come on!

Even  unwordly beings were teasing him. It just wasn't fair! Now, I had to actually put some effort into writing a letter and going outside to my mailbox.

With that, I shut the door closed and angrily chewed on my pizza. Only, my eyes widened in realization.

"I forgot my change!" I shouted in indigination. I pouted and inwardly cursed the being that ordered me to write a letter.