Dearest Eleanor,
When it started I don't know I can't remember in fact I don't want to. It's tragic what happened I've tried repeatedly to block out my memories but to no improvement. The day it started the day I began to be tainted by death is the day I lost every one. Even you I've tried as you imagine to leave you out of my suicide letter, but it's impossible. You are my sister after all it was you who recommended me to the mad house. Do you suppose it could have helped? I mean you didn't see her die. I did and when she left us behind her last words weren't even for us. They were as fallows: "Stella promise me to never….ever… let me down." What does it mean? I have no idea. But I suppose I'll be dead by the time you get this so no need to answer to quickly. Recently I've been seeing things feeling things that I shouldn't have. I know when people are going to die I've recorded their deaths. All of it began when I got struck by lightning. Do you remember how worried mother was? I've been fighting this for years it never ever gets better you know. Lilly's death was my breaking point. Eleanor I know you hate me. Why you hate me I do not know, but you're the only family I have left. If you do not read my letter then all of my worries, fears, and stress will be proven to be true. With the simple fact that you're a self-absorbed little knit with little to no brains. If you do read this then there is something in my house for you. Unfortunately you will not be inheriting my millions of dollars yet you will find something worth your while inside my house. Just look to dear ole mum for guidance when you arrive. I'd love to come for tea some time though I have a midnight train to catch.
Forever your loving sister,
Celia
Todd
I looked at the letter and read it over and over again. I'm dead I know that now. Mrs. Lovett went to the market about an hour ago. So when the mail came and I took it in out of curiosity I opened the letter. Oh how I wish I didn't. Now I'm involved even though I am a murderous barber who cares only for himself. I'm involved now. All kinds of questions kept creeping into my mind along with a dreadful icy-cold fear running up my spine. If Mrs. Lovett knew I read this she'd be furious and drown on about it for hours. I couldn't help looking at the paper I held in my hands. Something about it stood out about it. The way it was written? The emotion the author was trying so desperately to express? I have no idea. Just then I heard the bell on the door below jingle signaling her return. My heart dropped into my feet and my chest went heavy. When feeling return to my body I quickly rushed to the door of my shop and locked it. I can't see her until I've figured out what to do about this letter from a mysterious sister I've never heard of.
The hours slowly crawled forward and I knew I was running out of time. I must've paced wholes through the floor trying to solve this problem. I couldn't simply walk down stairs and say "Hello Mrs. Lovett I know I've only been here a few weeks and depending upon you completely, but while you were gone today I looked through your mail and you got the suicide letter from your sister." If I said that she'd kill me for sure. Or she'd hush it away and deny it ever happened I hope she would, but what kind of person would or could deny that? We bake human pies, though I'm quite certain Mrs. Lovett still manages to keep some humanity. Though there was something about that letter. Perhaps it was "Celia's something to be found" that bothered me so much. I couldn't let this go and just tell her. It almost feels as if I were meant to find the letter.
My solution is really no better than the problem itself. I decided to keep it to myself at least until I casually questioned Mrs. Lovett about this sister and checked out the address on the envelope. If it was just some kind of joke between sisters or some kind of misunderstanding I promised that I'd tell Mrs. Lovett. If it didn't check out then my plan falls short. "If god should be merciful and I get out of this alive I promise to never open anyone else's mail ,ever." I thought to myself as I walked down stairs to her shop with the letter tucked safely in my back pocket.