Letters To The Demons

Day Two: The Second Letter

5/24/****

Hello,

They woke me up too early to be human, or at least a functioning human. How can my new parents be so happy in the morning? I don't understand, but what I do understand is that the food I ate for breakfast was sent from heaven. I never knew you could stack pancakes up that high or that bacon could bee that crispy and smell that good. Food like this never existed back at the orphanage, how did I get lucky enough to enjoy food like this?

'God,' I'm still praying because I need divine help on this, 'Please keep me from screwing this up.'

After breakfast I saw the maid from yesterday talking to my mother and, I guessed, picking out the clothes I should wear. I felt insulted again, I could, was and am very capable of picking out my own outfit. When I brought it up to Mother she smiled and said,

"I know, I believe you. You're a strong and independent child, I can already tell. I'm sure you can do most things by yourself." I felt my chest puff up, the compliment made me proud.
"Then why choose for me?"
"Because I'm a mother. And a mother sometimes feels like she wants to dress up her adorable child in new clothes. You may be able to do it yourself, but this is a joy for me you're not taking away."

This woman is suffocating, I feel like she might love me too much. She's also way too stubborn.

After that, the same maid started neatly packing away my new clothes and the suitcases my parents had with them. It looked like a lot of work to do on her own so I went to help, but I got yelled at.

"No! Little Miss please stop!" I froze in the middle of picking up a small bag at how loud and high pitch the maid was.
"Am I doing something wrong?" I was afraid I got in trouble on my second day.
"Of course not!" I know I made a face at that.
"Then why did you yell at me?"
"If you started moving bags like I do then I'll be out of a job."
"Oh."

I don't know how to feel about the maid. She seems off, it makes me uneasy.

When the bags were all packed and everyone was dressed, with my new outfit I felt like I didn't stick out as much, we got in the fancy car and drove off. The car ride was much like it was yesterday. A man in a fancy suit and hat opened up the back door for me, mother and father before getting in the front seat, the maid already waiting in the passenger seat. Mother and father talked and held hands a lot, but I found out that the man driving was nice and easy to talk to, so I talked to him as he drove.

"Hello, Little Miss, did you sleep well? Any dreams?"
"I didn't have any dreams but I slept like I was dead."
He chuckled, "Well then you must be very well rested, huh?"
I nodded, I don't know if saw, though, "What about you? Did you have any dreams?"
"Oh yeah! Lots of 'em."

This man has some strange dreams, but not the bad strange like the maid, the funny strange like cartoons. The maid was silent for most of the ride and the small bag from before was clutched tightly to her chest like it meant the world to her. She also moved her mouth to talk but words never came out. I felt more uneasy than before, I think she didn't yell at me for wanting to help because it was her job.

What was in that bag that was so important she would freak out? Why was she mouthing words to herself? Why was this man dreaming of cats and robots living together?

By the end of the drive, we came to a big house, it wasn't as big as the orphanage, or the hotel, or the clothing store, but it was big. I also learned the maids' name, Vivian, and the drivers' name, Francis. Francis told me the house in front of us was now my house. I must have made another face because father gave me a pat on my head and told me to go explore my new home and meet my siblings. I nodded and ran to go inside.

The front doors are big and wooden, and too heavy to just pull open. I think I struggled with it for a couple of minutes and would have continued if a teenage looking girl, I found out she's one of my sisters her name is Elizabeth, hadn't opened it from the inside. She paused and we both stared at each other till she knelt down to my level.

"Hello. My names Elizabeth, what's yours?"
"Hi. My names Elaine and I'm your new younger sister."
"Oh my! Looks like we got lucky. Being able to call such a cute little thing our sister."
"I'm not cute, and I'm not that little." I pouted.

She laughed slightly and was about to say something else when a boy a little older than me called and ran up to her. Elizabeth called the boy David. During our first conversation, I called him rude and had my first sibling fight.

"Elizabeth, are Mom and Dad home?" he paused once he saw me. I was about to introduce myself but then he shot me a really mean look, "Elizabeth, who the hell is this?"
She gasped and started to scold him but he wasn't listening to her and instead continued to glare at me, "David, you should know better. And this is Elaine, she's our younger sister. A year younger than you from what Mama and Papa told me."
He looked even meaner,"Well then, Mom and Dad can take her back. She's not wanted, she'll never fit in."
"David!"
Ouch. My face felt hot and I'm pretty sure it was red and I couldn't stop myself from saying what I did next, "If anyone should be taken back, it's you! Who would want a rude boy anyway?!"
"Elaine!"

We both got in trouble with Elizabeth and then by mother and father. I felt bad but not sorry and truthfully it was all David's fault.

My older brother David is a jerk.

After that, Elizabeth introduced me to my other siblings. Including Elizabeth I have three sisters, Elizabeth is 18, Jane is 16, and Hana is 14. All of my sisters are nice and all of them like pink, a lot.

I also have four older brothers, Jason is 19, Noah is 17, Mekhi is 14, I found out you pronounce his name like Mikey, and the jerk of all jerks David is 13. Except for David, all my other brothers seemed nice as they showed me around the big house and to my new room that I'm sharing with Hana.

The rest of the day went by really fast and before I knew it I was already dressed in my new night clothes. Hana was already asleep on her bed, but I was still up. I'm still up.

And I'm thirsty. I'm nervous about walking around the house at night but I'll manage.

See you later,
Elaine

Rose Simions

P.S. When I was walking to get water I heard someone sobbing and talking, but there was never any reply. When I went to see what was wrong I saw Vivian, it looked like she was talking and crying into the small bag. Somethings wrong with Vivian, I don't feel safe around her. Should I ask someone about her?