Dear Angel

Dear Angel. I just want to say I miss you. I miss the warmth that once embraced me, I miss the song you used to sing to put me to sleep, I miss the voice who used to read me stories and laugh. I miss…I miss our tree house. I do miss running barefoot, still I miss more hiding in your closet. Angel, you said I must not be fearful ones the machine next to you will open its eyelids. You said I must be happy no matter what. And so I did, but mama couldn’t stop crying. I kept on telling her you were only sleeping and the machine was just singing you a lullaby so you can have sweet dreams, just like you told me to say but she kept on crying. I think she was mad at me, Angel, because she kept on yelling at me, saying I’m a disgraceful girl, that she doesn’t love me and I’m her biggest failure. What does failure mean? Next day the nanny woke me up, got me dressed and put me on the backseat of an old man’s car. I asked him where were we  going. He said somewhere safer than here. I wanted first to go and see you but the nanny told me you were somewhere up I can’t go. What were you doing in the attic? It’s full of spiders, and you hate spiders? So… we have driven for 3 days. I can count more than 30 now, and than we stopped in front of a big big white house. The one from where I’m talking to you right now as you said I should do if I’m alone, you would still hear me. I’ve met many children here about my age and older. They are kind of creepy, most of them talk to the walls but I like them anyway. I guess we all have our own ways to kill our loneliness. Angel, hope you’re still there, somewhere, listening to me. You told me to be brave, remember? I think I’m brave enough for a 5 years old girl but I must say I’m a bit scared because I don’t really like the woman in the white coat. Every morning and night she gives me different candies but they taste horrible. I’m trying to make her understand those are not candies because they do not taste like the ones you used to gave me. Still, she forces me to eat them, otherwise she said she will put me in the "mummy-jacket" and lock me in the coffin room. What’s a coffin-room? I have to go now Angel. I think that woman is coming with her candies again. Hope you’ll come after me soon. I feel safer with you. Love, Loreley

 

Author's Note

something I had to get out of my head.