[indent][i]Dear Mom and Daddy,

Please, please come get me. I can really fly, I promise! I'd prove it 
here, but they have something that doesn't let me use my powers. 
I don't know what it is yet, but if you just let me come home, you'll
see. 

I miss being able to fly on the wind. I'm so clumsy again, having to
walk on two feet. And[/i][/indent]
Lacey stopped and read what she had written so far. She bit her lip nervously, her white eyebrows furrowing together. Maybe she sounded too desperate--too crazy, but she didn't want to stay in the asylum for a moment longer. People spoke to her in ways that she hadn't heard since she was a toddler. When she mustered up the courage to speak, her thoughts were dismissed. Why would the letter be any different? Well, it'd stress out her parents...

With a sigh, the girl crumpled up the paper and tossed it at the trash. She missed, of course, and suddenly felt self conscious. Her pale eyes scanned the room to see who saw her failure. Another girl was involved in her art, and the nurses seemed to have other problems to attend to. Carefully, Lacey stood up from her seat at an empty table and walked over to pick up the note and toss it away. When she sat down again, she started another letter--one that followed the same formula as the letters she had been sending: 

Greeting. Inquiry about your well being? An optimistic lie about my own well being. A plead for help disguised as a casual [i]I miss you[/i]. 
With love, Lacey.