Even in Death
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Thread Topic: Even in Death
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Hours later...
When my lunchbreak finally arrived, I went straight to my locker. I had to make sure nobody else was around. Then, I pried open the locker and smiled at the severed head inside. -
'Hi.' I greeted it, as if I expected an answer. By now, the flesh had rotted away, so all that was left was my victim's skull. 'Sorry I couldn't see you more often. Don't think I don't love you more than I love the others. You're all equal to me.'
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'I wish I could've cannibalized you, first.' I continued. 'Absorbed you. Made you a permanant part of me. But it hadn't occured to me. Still, my dearest, I'm glad we're together. Every time I go to work and head to my locker...I see you. I make sure nobody else can.'
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'I guard you. Protect you. You and all the others. You're my secret.' I sighed forlornly. '...But I wish holding this secret didn't feel like the weight of the world on my shoulders.'
'Jeff...Who're you talking to?' one of my work-colleagues asked. He took me by surprise. I slammed my locker door closed and spun around. -
My face turned deathly pale. Perspiration trickled down my forehead. My pulse and breathing pace grew rapid. I looked like I'd seen a ghost.
'Jeff...?' he asked, approaching me. 'Are you alright? You don't look too good.' -
'I'm fine.' I told him. I tried to sound reassuring, but my voice came out as a harsh, strangled whisper.
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'Are you sure your alright?' he asked, inspecting me one last time. 'Maybe you should go home.'
'No. I'm fine. Really.' I told him. He nodded and walked away. I sighed in relief, thankful he didn't see anything... -
'God, that was close.' I whispered to myself. 'I've gotta be more careful,if I don't wanna get caught.'
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I staggered out of the locker room, trembling violently.
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I came home from work that night at about 8:30pm. -
I was exasperated, exhausted and in desperate need of two things; a shower and a good fhawk. 'What a day.' I sighed. 'What...a day.'
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I flicked glistening beads of sweat off my forehead. I trudged into the bathroom, slowly closed the door, locked it, turned on the shower and stripped myself down.
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I pulled back the shower curtains and stepped into the shower---and almost tripped over one of the dead bodies I hid in the bathtub.
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I, uh, probably should've mentioned them earlier. Weeeeeeeell, when I'm too exhausted to cut the bodies up...sometimes I store them in cold water and disinfectant, using the bathtub as a storage unit. Damn. Looks like the sicko just got sicker.
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At least it comes in handy,in some ways. Like if I get a sudden...urge while showering, the dead bodies are there to satisfy my needs.
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As the refreshing, warm water drenched me, I felt the bodies float slightly. Closer to me. Brushing softly against my legs. Touching me. Feeling me. Judging me. I was surrounded by death---and I loved it...
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