Letters To The Demons

Day One: The First Letter

5/23/****

Hello,

My name is Elaine, I am 12 years old, and the newly adopted child of the Simions family. The man, my father now, gave me this journal to help me adjust to my new life outside the orphanage. When he came to pick me up he handed my small bag of clothes, because clothes were all I had, to another young looking woman dressed like a maid, who took it to a car, a fancy one too, and tucked it into the trunk.

How rich is my new family? Do they own more cars? Do they have more maids or butlers? How did I get so lucky?

'God,' I kept praying in my head, 'Keep me from screwing this up.'

As the man, my father was finishing the paperwork and talking with the old hag, woman, who was in charge of the orphanage, I saw another woman standing next to the man. She was crying and must have been crying for a while for her eyes to be that red and puffy. She was also saying my name a lot like I was a long-lost relative of hers and this was a long awaited reunion. The crying woman came over and hugged me tightly, and I assume that, for her, it was a reunion. This woman was my new mother, and I guess to her I was already her child.

My new mother shared a glance with the man and old hag, woman, before nodding and taking me to a car. Our first talk was short.

"Where are we going?"
"To get you out of those rags." She had a pretty voice, but I felt insulted. This was the nicest outfit I owned. I must have made a face because she quickly re-worded her statement. "I want you to have clean and new clothes plus a bigger wardrobe because every girl needs endless options to choose from."
I understood better after that, and I did look bad next to her, she was beautiful, however, "Nothing pink."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"That's no fun."

I'm not going to let my new mother pick my clothes, at least not without me.

The woman and I got into the back of a yellow car, different and less fancy than the one from before. She told the driver of this car to go to a certain clothing store, I didn't catch the name, the driver nodded and the car ride was silent and awkward after that. I didn't now how to act, the orphanage was always full of kids so there was always noise, I wasn't around adults so I don't know how to act like one, or around one.

I tried to distract myself by looking out the window and at the passing buildings. The longer we drove the more and more buildings I didn't recognize. When the car stopped in front of a really tall and expensive looking building, the driver turned to look at the woman, asking for money, but I got out before that conversation went any further. As the yellow car drove away the woman took my hand again and lead me inside talking about getting my measurements to get the correct clothes I needed.

How many floors do you need for clothes? How do you have time to dress so many mannequins? These clothes cost how much?!

Shopping is exhausting. This woman is insane. How could she do all that and carry all that with a smile? I don't think I'll need or want to go shopping for a while, a long while.

When we finally finished we both sat outside the building and waited. At first, I thought it was for another yellow car, I found out later it's called a 'TAXI', but after three or four past us I figured out that wasn't it. Our second talk was just as short as the first.

"What are we waiting for?"
"For my husband to come pick us up."
"Oh." I paused, I don't know for how long. "Where are we going?"
"To a hotel."
"Oh." I didn't talk to her for the rest of the day after that.

The hotel was even fancier than the clothing store. I don't even want to think about how much it cost to stay here for the night. The man from before, I should probably start calling him my father now, said that although I have my own room here, it's still connected to their room, and once I go home, an actual house not the orphanage, I'll have to share a room with my new sisters. My first talk with my father, there I did it, was informative.

"Sisters? I have siblings now?"
"Yes, and brothers too. Though you're now the youngest."
"Are some of them adopted, like me?"
"All of them are. I'm sure you'll be fine there but to help you adjust I want you to use this. Write about your day in it, I'm sure it'll help, it did the job for the others." This was when I got the journal.
"Thank you. Can I ask you some more questions?"
"Of course you can. You don't need to ask for permission." I like him a lot better now, he doesn't seem as strict as I thought he was at first.

He told me how he's looking into buying another house, where all of us can have our own room. Him and his wife, I should start calling her mother now too, work together to make money, and that their job requires them to travel a lot. So sometimes they'll leave for awhile, leaving my older siblings in charge. I asked about going to school and all he did was just kind of laughed and said I have my own teachers. I feel like I made a face again at having my own private teachers because then both of them started laughing.

I think I'll like living with my new family, though adjusting to traveling parents is going to take awhile, but that's why I have this journal, right?

See you later,
Elaine
Rose Simions