I can't bring myself to tell you how the funeral went. I left early anyway. My friend has to help me out of her car. She hovers at the open car door for a bit and I can feel her looking at me with pity. She suggests that once we're inside she could toss a pizza in the oven and we could watch some videos or a movie for a while. I remind her that I hardly have any food in the house, something that to me is a sign that I just want to be alone. I'm sure the outcome would have been the same either way so I'm not sure if she got that or not but instead of just leaving me there she helps me inside my house with full intentions of staying with me for the evening. As I hand her the key to my front door she says she'll just order a pizza to be delivered. There's only once chance for me to get out of this. I have to tell her the truth. I simply say "I want you to go".
She doesn't go. We drag my numb and senseless body into the dining room. This is a place that most people would have a nice table with a parameter of chairs to sit on and at which to eat. For me this room is just another entertainment center full of electronics. My living room was converted into a crime scene of band practice, green screening, and interviewing for YouTube videos. Kitty plops me down on a loveseat in front of a television then takes her phone out to call for food. I grab a pillow and curl around it tightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I hear a sharp loud noise ring out from around me. I look at Kitty but she's not phased by it and just continues the call. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! It happens again, sounding like a bullet hitting a frying pan. I can't tell where it's originating from. The noise echoes all around me. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Even louder this time. I let go of the pillow and grab my head as I begin to rock back and forth. A tear falls down my cheek and into a puddle of water at my feet. I pause. There shouldn't be water at my feet. Surely Kitty would have noticed and not left me here to sop. This is all in my head. The noise is much quieter now.
Kitty sits next to me and hands me a slice of pizza on a plate. She asks me if I'm okay with the movie she picked out. I didn't even know she had picked out a movie. What's even more disturbing is the idea that while I was experiencing a vivid and distant world in my head, she had placed the order and received it from the delivery person. How could I have lost so much time? I tell her whatever she wants is fine and she responds in the most peculiar way by telling me that she was getting pepperoni anyway.
I'm looking at my television and it hasn't even been turned on. I can hear Kitty behind me on her phone talking to the pizza place. Who is sitting next to me? What is that noise? Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Story by: James D. Gray
Part 3 of ?
She doesn't go. We drag my numb and senseless body into the dining room. This is a place that most people would have a nice table with a parameter of chairs to sit on and at which to eat. For me this room is just another entertainment center full of electronics. My living room was converted into a crime scene of band practice, green screening, and interviewing for YouTube videos. Kitty plops me down on a loveseat in front of a television then takes her phone out to call for food. I grab a pillow and curl around it tightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I hear a sharp loud noise ring out from around me. I look at Kitty but she's not phased by it and just continues the call. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! It happens again, sounding like a bullet hitting a frying pan. I can't tell where it's originating from. The noise echoes all around me. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Even louder this time. I let go of the pillow and grab my head as I begin to rock back and forth. A tear falls down my cheek and into a puddle of water at my feet. I pause. There shouldn't be water at my feet. Surely Kitty would have noticed and not left me here to sop. This is all in my head. The noise is much quieter now.
Kitty sits next to me and hands me a slice of pizza on a plate. She asks me if I'm okay with the movie she picked out. I didn't even know she had picked out a movie. What's even more disturbing is the idea that while I was experiencing a vivid and distant world in my head, she had placed the order and received it from the delivery person. How could I have lost so much time? I tell her whatever she wants is fine and she responds in the most peculiar way by telling me that she was getting pepperoni anyway.
I'm looking at my television and it hasn't even been turned on. I can hear Kitty behind me on her phone talking to the pizza place. Who is sitting next to me? What is that noise? Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Story by: James D. Gray
Part 3 of ?
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