Wild was the wish, intense the gaze

I fixed upon the murky air,

Expecting, half, a kindling blaze

Would strike my raptured vision there  … 

Anne Brontë, ‘Severed and Gone’

I am Alice Angel. I am sixteen years old. I am not mad. But I am a bad person.

I have done some terrible things lately. I want to be forgiven.

I want to be a good person, the person they all expect me to be.

I have seen you and I have heard you talk. I think you understand.

Can you help me?

You are my only chance to make things right.