moondust | p. pan

t h r e e

That's strange I thought. No more than strange.

Who the hell is Peter, why did he call me (or whoever the letter was meant for) 'lost girl', and why the damn hell did he tell me to believe?

"Believe in what?" I mumble.

This weird cryptic letter confuses me so much I think I can almost feel my brain rolling around in my head. I swear this sounds so familiar and I don't know where its from. The answers on the tip of my tongue.

But then realisation hits me. It's a joke from what I suspected before. I mean c'mon someone must be trying to mess with me. That's the only reasonable explanation. No one would care enough to send me letters, unless they get a sadistic sort of enjoyment out of it. If only it wasn't a joke, that maybe someone was interested in me. I shouldn't hope of such things though.

A drip of rain on my nose brings me out of my thoughts. I look up at the now sombre sky and sigh. Heading back inside I make sure to put the letter in my pocket. I wouldn't want Mother to find it.

When I get back inside I put the rest of the mail, except for the liquorice scented letter, on the counter in the kitchen and head back straight to my room.

My room is on the second floor of the house and is pretty basic. The queen sized bed in the middle of the room is covered in pillows (and a teddy bear). The walls are a lite creamy pink and are covered in my drawings and a few band posters.

I slip of my shoes and lay down on my bed. Taking the scented letter from out of my pockets I bring the envelope to my lips.

"Hmm." I wonder.

Why do I have to get this mysterious letter? If only I where a normal girl and happy girl who had boy who like her. A happy normal girl.

I get up once more from my comfortable position and pin the letter to the board on my dressier. It blends in well with my other drawings. Now only to hope mother doesn't see it.

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