It was a windy day.
I decided to walk another way home to get some exercise because I was new to a weight loss program. I was in a dark mood already since my life had seemed to have taken a downward turn the past few years for no apparent reason. I walked slowly and tried to avoid oncoming people as much as possible to avoid the sneers and weird smiles I got all the time. Each look was a knife through the heart.
Then I saw it: an envelope blowing in the wind towards me. It was small and pink but loaded with sheets of paper just as I used to write letters to pen pals–long and newsy epistles. I was afraid to touch it at first due to my new-found fear of being infected by the evil intentions of others, but it was irresistible. I prayed for protection then opened it. It was three pink sheets long.
The letter started:
You may have noticed that despite your best intentions to improve your life it is not improving. It is getting worse. You are not imagining this. Going to your therapist with this information will not help. You will be drugged. Neither will going to the police, or the government. This is your life now. All hope ends here. Going the religious route (very common I must say) will not help as we will get other church goers to reject and spew you out of their churches. Your last bastion–family–will be of no help as they have already been converted to our way of thinking. You are truly alone.
Even the little you have now will soon be gone. You will not be able to get a job, talk with your family, go to school, or even do volunteer work anymore. You will have to eat out of the hand that whips you, there is no other choice. We are a special secret program to deal with trouble like you. Going to another state or another country will not help. We await there too. Getting a car to escape us even at times is out of the question for your particular case. Try even praying your way out of this–it won’t work. We intercept your prayers and read your mind.
You are a criminal that has escaped punishment.
“What did I do?” you ask
It is something you did a long long time ago and you conveniently forgot. But we didn’t. We know everything. We are all over. You will pay for this crime. Our client has tons of money and says money is no object. Your life is his object. The best thing you can do is kill yourself now and save yourself the trouble of a lifetime of misery. You think this is a hoax? It is not. Years from now, you will wish you took our advice.
See you “later”
I took the envelope and the letter and burned them at home. I thought about keeping it as evidence but thought I would be laughed at and told I wrote it myself. In the 5 years since I graduated College my life had gone from having some hope for the future after a dark adolescence to hell on earth. I wondered what I would do that night. Would God come through or would I suffer this life for the next 20, 30, 40 years or end it now?
I stood in the park the next day wind whipping around me as tears formed feeling alone. A group of people laughing loudly and sneaking looks at me was coming. Them.