A Character Note.

From Heather to Amelia:

Dear Amelia, 
   I don't know how much more of this I can take. I love the parts of my life that aren't nightmares, and I love my job and you, my best friend, but I still hate going home every day. I am beginning to think that it would be easier if I were a night shift employee instead of an afternoon employee. If I were a night shifter then maybe when I got home my dad would already be passed out on the couch. Oh but I am just getting so tired of all this nonsense. I guess that's life though, however bad it may suck it has to eventually get better, right? I am still determined to get out of this terrible town. I sound like such a pitiful mess, don't I? Well I am taking you with me, so it doesn't matter. It's too bad your not going to get to read this until tomorrow. Ugh, now I had better go, I think I heard a noise downstairs and that is never a good sign. Write me when you read this. 
                                                     Your best friend, 
                                                                   Heather