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“All right, what is your problem?!” I snapped as I stood up.
Jack just stared down at me in amusement. I knew I was not threatening in any way, being so much shorter than him and wearing my grey nightgown.
He grunted again, this time holding out his hand.
I dropped my gaze down, frowning at the envelope.
Since when could they touch and move things? And why was he going through my mail?
“I’m crazy,” I muttered, but I reached out to take the blood-red envelope from him.
He let out a satisfied growl as he dropped his wispy, clawed hand to his side.
‘Lily Mordov’ was scrawled on the front in gold cursive writing.
I flipped it over, biting my lip as I inspected the golden wax seal with wings stamped into it.
How interesting. My schizophrenia was obviously getting worse.
Maybe Lionel was right, and I needed to go get help.
I glanced up at Jack, who was watching me intently.
“I’m getting worse, aren’t I?” I asked him softly.
He growled a confused sound, before pointing at the envelope with a clawed finger.
I sighed. Had I really been expecting an answer?
I broke the seal, opening it and pulling out the carefully folded cream piece of paper.
I opened it up, eyeing the shield in the corner with wings and the words ‘Everwood Academy’ along the bottom.
Definitely getting worse. But I might as well entertain it.
Dear Lily Mordov,
I’m writing to you to extend our deepest wishes for your birthday. I hope it has been a pleasant one.
I also wish to inform you of your right to become a student of Everwood Academy, an Academy for demonic creatures who retain their souls. We have watched you over the years, and believe you would be a wonderful fit for our Academy.
We wish to invite you into the Academy immediately, to make yourself at home and begin the studies of all that lay in the shadows of this world.
Kindest regards,
Dezikiel
I laughed. I full-on laughed at the absurdity of it.
Perfect. I was going to have to check in to a mental institute now before I became a danger to others.
Maybe I already had, considering what I’d done yesterday at the pawn shop. Maybe that was just the beginning, and Lionel got lucky. Maybe I saw the whole thing in a twisted reality way, and nothing was actually real.
I slumped onto my bed, resting my arms on my knees and holding my head, the letter still in hand. My heart thumped faster as a chill washed over me. I was going insane, or I already was.
“Maybe I am a danger to others now,” I sighed. “I thought I could just live with this, with you guys. But I need to get diagnosed and get help. Before someone gets hurt.”
I hoped Lionel was okay. My conversation with him didn’t seem off, but now I wasn’t sure if any of it had been real.
