The letter

Lonely little girl

It was a dark rainy night in London and everyone seemed to be asleep at " Greenwood academy for mentally disturbed children ", basically a mental hospital . Even though the place looked dead and no one made a sound, there's was no silence. A dead silence would have been to terrifying for that dull night when the beautiful moon was the only source of light.

Everyone was asleep in their dorms, except for one young lady who had trouble falling asleep. She had absolutely no specific reason for attending this kind of school, she wasn't mentally unstable, she wasn't depressed, she wasn't a self harmer , nor obsessive compulsive , nor bipolar. She wasn't a danger for the society, nor a danger for herself .... she wasn't like the other kids from there, but she couldn't be considered normal , thought . She was different from the normal kids. Everyone thought she was mad, crazy, insane, mental... insane, so they've sent her there. She was an adopted child and she was always sitting alone, but she never felt lonely, she loved to go find shelter in her tiny fantasies ,daydreaming every single day ,and that was the main reason why her family got rid of her by sending her here. The kids from that school were weird and the lonely little girl couldn't fit in , it wasn't anything unusual for Alice. She could never fit in anywhere, but it was OK with her, she had her small world in her head where she found her peace. She never had problems sleeping before , this might was different, she could feel it in her bones. There was something peculiar about that night, she couldn't stop staring at the dusty closet from one light less corner of her room and when she expected the lest, a tiny old envelope was slipped into her room room from behind the door. Alice was peculiarly intrigued by this strange event, because it was the closet's door. She couldn't remember opening that closet before in her life, she thought that the door was broken. She jumped out of her bed and run for the mysterious envelope.