A/N: Got bored so decided to write some random letters. Again, trying to shift some unshiftable writers block. Any ideas?
My dearest mother,
You will be glad to hear that I do not miss you, for I am quite sure that you do not miss me. How is my room? I hear that yellow is a good colour to have for a drawing room these days. How's the cat? I do hope father's knee isn't bad in this weather.
Have you found anything that could help you to figure me out? Don't deny or scoff at this because I know that is what you're trying to do. Each one of these letters and words means nothing, so don't analyse them. Don't bother, just don't. You have had my lifetime to mould me and yet somehow I am like this, writing this letter, sitting in this room with these people. Concentrate on Michael – he is the one that seeks your love now, not me. And while you foist all this pent up adoration on him, have a look under that shoebox at the bottom of the wardrobe. We have both grown up despite your clinging presence.
Do you want to know where I am? Good. Do you want to know whom I'm with? Do you want to know who's watching me as I write this or who's having a shower or who's sleeping in the bed? Good.
Sleep well tonight mother, tell yourself that there wasn't your fault, remind yourself that you're perfect and push it to the back of your head. Clean out my room, what is left it anyway, and live your life as you did before.
One more thing – do not dare to poison Michael against me. I have spoken to him, I have seen him and I have told everything his needs to know, but nothing you will want. If you even try, we will meet again in a less than friendly atmosphere. Maybe then I could introduce some of my friends.
Your daughter, Alice.
Kinda leaves you in the dark, I know but myeh... I like it :P