I allowed myself to open my eyes and break back into reality. I couldnt remember the last time I stepped outdoors, was it two weeks ago? Possibly...by now i had lost track of time. I rubbed my
eyes and remembered as I was drifting in and out of my fictional world, where everything fit perfectly into place for the past week or two. I had completely forgotten about "her" maybe she had
attempted to make contact with me again, maybe not. My mind started working, I had a phone, right? if I did have one, I would hope that I gave her my number, she called I know she did. As I lifted my body
from my couch i walked into the kitchen. There was the stench of rotting food, and my gray cat Chester sat on the counter chewing some type of food that was so distorted, that it wasnt even
recognizable, atleast i think that's food? The phone was of course on the counter, it said that I had one new message. I believe my heart just skipped a beat, could it be? I bet she came to her senses.
I hit the play button and was immediately greeted by a male's voice , asking me if I wanted to switch insurance companies. Well isn't that nice, no one thought to call, no one out there thought poor david
let's call him up, lets help him out. I grasped the phone's answering machine, pulled it out of the wall and threw it at my fridge with such a great force, that it startled chester. I spit at him, my cat that is.
he should have been used to this, I was disgusted. As for the answering machine, im sure it was in some kind of conspiracy , I know she called, it just didnt want me to know, it decided to delete her
message! What a piece of shit, I stomped on its scattered pieces and stormed into the hallway, sliding my body down to the floor. I decided that I would have to come up with a scheme, a
brilliant one to get back at all the objects in my house, oh, they are all in it together. I hear them sometimes, collaborating, plotting trying to ruin me, I bet they talked the answering machine into getting
rid of that message. My baby called, she cares, she's out there somewhere. I rubbed a hand across my chin, and instantly my heart dropped, my eyes probably got as big as Chester's when i told
him all my secrets, ideas, and plans, he thought i was crazy. I moved as fast as I could to the bathroom, and picked up a razor. I glanced quickly at the mirror, and saw that my reflection showed me with
facial hair, it was lying, showing me something that wasn't there. Facial hair, I never got it, my body knew i couldnt stand facial hair, so I know it wouldn't grow! Anger filled up in me, I raised my fist
and punched the blasted mirror, managing to crack the left side of it. I yelled out in frustration as I looked at my reflection again. I finally put that razor to use, hacking away at my chin, and face,
cutting away, cutting away, noticing the hair falling into the sink. I was tricked, that hair, my body, my body lied, i started hacking away deeper, noticing the sharp sting but not really caring. I stopped
when i noticed skin in the sink, and blood, lots of it, skin, blood, and hair, my own skin, blood, and hair. I raised my head slowly and looked into the mirror, my face, well atleast what i could see, looked ruined.
The blood covering it was dripping everywhere. i laughed, i laughed a lot. I laughed as i washed off my hands, i was laughing as i picked up the mirror, i laughed as i smashed my fists into the glass.
Cutting open my hands and adding onto the blood, i laughed as i punched my walls, i laughed as i noticed my blood stained bathroom, i laughed at my torn up face.