Laughter

Just so you guys know, some of these aren't really one shots, they're kind of more vignettes (I spelled it wrong, but read House on Mango Street if you want to know what they are, it's a shorter book).

I'm alittle obsessed with making everything in correct tense and grammar stuff. Please tell me if I spelled or used any word wrong. Or if you don't care, just read.

Btw, review or I will find your address and give it to Stein and tell him you're dying! MUH HA HA HA HA! DISSECTION!

Today is Sunday. I have all day to experiment, to dissect, or to do whatever I please to my newest creations.

Hee hee.

Or bother you.

Ha ha.

"Marie, I have a question," I ask, my tongue rolling over the words. "I have a question I have a question I have a question I have a-"

"What is it, Stein?" you ask, saying you're annoyed is an understatement. "What is really that important that you interrupt my daily morning meal? Maybe you should try one once in a while to see what I'm angry about."

"Annoy is a better adjective," I say. My scalpel in the pancake on your plate reminds me of how simple it is to stab knives into things that belong to you.

"Don't correct me in English! I'm a much better speaker than you!" you shout, as if to emphasize your point.

"Only a public speaker."

At this, you get angry. I love it when you get angry. You get angry when I insult you. And then I dissect you.

Hee hee.

Ha ha.

Ha ha...

Why isn't this funny?

I stand up, pressing the scalpel in my hand against your neck. Your perfect neck. I want to put the scalpel down and instead bite your neck, watch the blood roll down pour down drip down fall down...

Hee hee.

But I don't.

Instead, I stare at your single open eye. You don't say anything. Whether I crush your neck or let you go is based on your next sentence.

Scientific analysis, that's all. Based on the information I receive changes the outcome.

"Please, Stein, let go," you whimper, before falling faint in my hand. I had been holding your neck too hard. That's the only possible scenario. You know better than to be afraid.

Hee hee.

Should I bite your neck anyway? I feel like I want to.

Ha ha.

Maybe I should pull the scalpel closer to your smooth skin. I feel like dissecting today.

Ha ha...

No.

I will not hurt you anymore.

Silently, I pick you up and place you on the couch. I wish you could forget all that's happened, that I could erase your memory.

I could. By dissecting. Right into your cerebellum, your brain, watch the memories wash away like watercolors in an ocean.

Goodbye.

Hee hee.

But I won't. No, I won't. For me, my sanity; for you, your life. You could say I'm selfish. They're not equal, the two exchanges. But what's life without a mind to enjoy it with?

Ha ha.

Or will I stab your skull? I always could. I'd be nice for a change, I always stop myself. I need to let the insanity go.

I need to let the insanity go.

Ha ha...

But please not in front of you. You're too beautiful, too perfect. If I do anything to you... I can't live without you.

You're waking up. Much shorter than last time, where I had to quickly think of an excuse of why you were gone for three days. I had felt the eyes burning at my skin, it wasn't my fault. I'm unstable.

I know as you look at me when I leave the room that you love me. That you'd like to make love. Fuck each other's brains out.

Hee hee.

But I can't do that, even if I wanted to... enough to ask you.

Ha ha.

I can't risk another chance of hurting you, because...

Ha ha...

I love you, Marie. I know your obsession with marriage and wish that I could ask you to live in holy matrimony with me.

HA HA!

But I can't.

HA HA HA!

The voices are getting louder.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...

There's too much laughter.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And I'm insane.

Hee hee.