Stained Hearts

A Letter From Sol

Dear Reader,

Hey there, hopefully possible future reader. I assume that’s why you are here. That’s what the damn author told me, at least, and why she’s forcing me to write this piece. Yeah, you heard that right. I’m not here of my own volition. However, if I don’t make this long and promising-looking, she might force me through this again, so here goes nothing.

So, where oh where to start? Life’s really been a doozy lately, so it’s hard to get this going. I guess I could share what everyone already seems to know now, and you’ll find out soon enough anyway. So, like, the other evening, reportedly, people saw a naked man fall out of my second-story window. Now, let me clear the air before anyone tells you any damn lies. He 100% was given a chance to leave with his dignity still intact. I don’t play the waiting game, though, so I just gave him that little nudge to get out. Also, my window just happened to be open at that time.

Don’t you make that look at me! I know what you must be thinking, but stop it. I said life has been a doozey lately, did I not? Ever since these damn migraines came into my life, it’s just been a downhill path. I have this stressful job, a sassy best friend, and don’t listen to him because he’ll try and spin that one on me, and of course, a rough dating life as I just pointed out. Although technically, we weren’t an item. That’s a whole other thing, though; and not important right now.

What is important right now is that I just got an assignment to work for this most annoying fuck. On top of that, my best friend just introduced me to a whole slew of other people I’ve never heard of before, and one, ohhhh one of them is really something else. He really tests my patience. He keeps reappearing in my life now, too, ever since that first horrendous introduction. I will always and forever blame Micah for this. Oh, who is Micah? Eh, said annoying best friend. Then there’s Atlas. I swear, she’s always on the lookout to dig up more shenanigans in my life. I don’t know what happened to her staying in the shadows and to herself. Am I just a magnet for crazy people all of a sudden?

Geez, this felt more like one of those letters the therapist tells you to write and then burn. Instead, I just aired my grievances to the world because now it’s on the internet, and anyone who’s anyone can find this. I’m out of here. The damn author should be happy with this.

– Sol