The shreik of guitar, bass, and drums errupted from the speakers at such a volume that the nearby window nearly shattered. This assult of heavy-metal served one purpose: angry music for an angry soul. She found a small solace in the music reflecting the rage and sadness she felt. After finding out that your emotionally abusive boyfriend of nearly a year had been cheating on you for most of that time, a series of friends stabbing you in the back, and nearly every guy you meet trying **** you, who wouldn't be mad? Just thinking about it deepened her depression. One minute he's telling her " I love you," the next, he's calling her a **** whore. Still, she couldn't seem to break away from him, no matter how bad things got between them, she just couldn't break away from him. Before she could think anymore about it, her phone began to vibrate. 

She was slightly disapointed when she saw who it was. It was a friend of hers that she had known for a few years. Things between them had gotten pretty akward when he tried to get her break up with her boyfriend for him. He was a nice guy, funny and smart, even comforted her on more than one occasion about her boyfriend, but she just couldn't see herself with him. She paused the music and debated whether she should answer or not. While she was trying to decide, she heard a sound coming from outside her window.

She opened the window and looked outside. She heard a song played on a flute, a flury of notes rushing through the air like storm winds. Resting on a branch in the tree in her backyard was a mysterious man. He wore a set of pale gray robes that flowed elegantly in the breeze, that covered an iron breastplate and silken pants. His face was covered by a ceramic mask with a evil laugh permanently frozen into it. Surronding this black glee filled face was a set of of red arcane lines that added to his mysticism, and on his head was a white, wide brimmed hat with a black feathered plume stuck in the side. 

When she noticed him, he brought his song to a graceful finish, and put away his flute. He recited a rhyme in a sing-song manner:

Oh pretty girl
You've a hand to the world
And yet you cannot see

The decisions you make
When chosing a mate
Speaks for all of humanity

You've yet to bemoan
Chosing looks alone
Despite all of your misery to boot

And if let be
You soon will see
Your soul eventally becomes moot

His words sank in and the only response she could articulate was, "who are you and what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
His voice came through clearly, "why young madam, who I am is unimportant, my role though is to simply laugh at you. And my song is an extension of my purpose, a simple mockery of you in the hopes you might learn something."
"You do all this just to make fun of me?"
"Indeed I do, for your predicament is quite worthy of my mocking. A human struggling with her own humanity."
"What are you talking about?"
"You find yourself caught in a problem that has plagued maidens for ages, fake love for your own ocular pleasure, or sumbit to achings of your starving soul."
She just looked at him with a puzzeled face.
"I am of course talking about your fairy tale relationship you lead."
"Oh God, not you too, I am tired of people trying to tell me how to live my life."
He chuckeled, "and yet you are tired of the abuse that your Prince Charming offers as well, aren't you?"
"... I just don't know what to do."
"Well, a wise man once said that if hitting yourself with a hammer hurts, you should stop doing it. Of course, you're never short on hammers, are you?"
"But no one just... no one makes an impression like he does."
"And why is that?"
"I... I don't know..."
"Why not someone who actually treats you like a queen, like that other lad?"
"Him? He's nice and all, but..."
"But he dosent look good enough, does he?"
"No, it's not that it's..."
"It is that, because in every other regard, he's perfect isn't he? So is your delima, do you admit to your sheer bestial nature and latch on to the prettiest object you can get your paws on? Or do confirm the soul that you have denied for so long, and let someone find the beauty deep within?"
She closed her eyes, for without a face, his words hurt less. 
"Listen to the soul for it knows what's best, and desires of the body should be put to rest."

When she opened her eyes, he had completely vanished. His words dug so deep, so deep that she couldn't feel angry or sad about them, they were just there. Her phone vibrated again, it was her friend, wondering if she was there. She thought about the mysterious man and what he said, then picked up the phone and responded to him.