Reflections

Chapter 4

To Whom It May Concern,

My name is Robin, just Robin. I am 25 years old and I live alone. No children or spouse to speak of. No family members I can recall on the top of my head either. I currently work in the small village of Welton, though I tend to move around from time to time. The village here is quiet and slow, but people come all the same. I suppose one could relate me to that of a fortune teller. I read from the cards, tell the future with rocks. You know, shit like that.

However, this letter is going to no one in particular, so I suppose confessing right here and now wouldn't be too bad of an idea. So, here it goes.

I'm a liar. I'm not truly a "woman of the cards." I say what you want to hear. After all, that's how this business works. No one wants to be told they're going to die soon. And if I do, I always make sure I can sell them shit to "ward off" any bad fortune.

I bet you weren't expecting that huh? Or maybe your were? Guess I'll never know.

Anyway, now that my big "secret" is out, I bet you're wondering how it came to be this way. You must be thinking, "how could such a innocent looking woman do this to people?" Well you can't be thinking anything because you don't exist.

But I'll humor your questions.

I suppose I'll start off with saying that I simply want to advance in life. You see, living in poverty is certainly not ideal for anyone. I had a good taste of it when I was a younger girl.

However, it seemed begging for food and clothes seemed to have sharpened my skills when it came to making other people feel bad for me. I soon came to realize that after years of practice, I could get anything I wanted from others. With enough background information, I lead any unsuspecting person into my web of lies.

And of course, why would I let a talent such as that go to waste?

And so, that's how it all happened. It's a short tale, but it's all you need to know.

Now I know that someone self righteous reading this might scold me for my selfishness. But if I had to be honest, I bet you'd feel the same if you were in my position. Don't go pretending you're better than me because you don't use your wits to the fullest. I bet you're just pissy that you don't have what I do. I guess it sucks to be you.

Now I wonder if you're hungry for more information? I bet you're begging to learn more about little 'ol me. I am a woman wrapped in secrets after all.

But if I had to be honest, there's really nothing interesting about me.

And even if there was, I wouldn't tell you.

Because you don't even exist.

Sincerely,

Robin