Entropy – The Beginning of an End – Prologue
"entropy [( en -truh-pee)]
A measure of the disorder of any system. "
SPLASH! SPALSH! SPLASH!
It was raining hard, with each drop stinging like needles. "What have I done" kept repeating in my mind as I ran, ran from it all, for what was done was that of any ordinary sin for killer can make.
Finally, making it home, I stood there on the front porch. Letting the fresh blood on my mask and leather gloves wash away in the rain. That's when I decided. I decided that tonight will be the night to end all nights and days to come.
After a few minutes had passed, I finally opened the front door and walked in. I smelled dinner cooking as my mom called from different part of the house, telling me "Hey there, Chicka-D" and asking "How was your day at school?"
I felt like shit, but I told a white lie with the most convincing voice I can make and told her that I was fine. "That's great! Dinner almost ready and your brother is at a friend's house and staying over, so it's just you and me tonight! " Good. I don't want him home for this. "Fine. I'll just get washed up and ready!" Thank god she hadn't seen me yet, for I looked as thou I had been through a wreck. I immediately went upstairs with my backpack in hand and locked the door behind me to my room. I hid in my closet, but when I was about to shut the closet door, I noticed the window was open. It was closed when I walked into my room a second ago. That's when I saw him, or more like felt him nearby. He's just waiting outside of that window. I better do this quick or he'll finish it for me.
I slammed the closet door shut and try to secure it with rope as best as I can, to make sure nobody can get in easily. My little closet had always provided me as a great panic room when needed. It only had a few articles of clothing hanging and a tall mirror that hanged on the other end of the closet.
I unzipped my backpack that I had and started pouring the contents out onto the floor: pain killers, switch blade, an already-made noose, and a simple hand-gun. One of these will finish me off tonight.
Picking up the pills and thinking how many to take, I decided no on that since I had grown a strong immunity over over-dosing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some drug addict, but I have taking many medications in large amounts due to my weak immune system. Irony. The pills were ruled out.
Obtaining the little switch blade, trying to decide how many incisions I'll need to make to finish the job. Lifting the sleeve to my left arm. I was about to do it, but my hand wasn't steady enough. In the end, I decided to not use that since I'll just hurt myself more if I messed it up.
Checking the strength of the noose before placing it on the top of the bar in the closet, I remembered that the stool that was needed was still sitting outside in my bedroom, right by that damn window. So that was out too.
Getting frustrated, the only other option left was the gun. Hastily, handling it, I started placing it in my mouth. After a few considerations, I moved the gun's aim towards my chest, where my heart should be. I still want an open casket for my mother's sake.
I started hearing noises outside the closet door that didn't sound that of a normal human being would make.
As I was about to pull the trigger, I finally looked at myself in the mirror one last time. Only, there was nothing to look at. It was just only a dark mass in place of the mirror.
For whatever it was, curiosity got the better of me I stuck my hand in it. It was like that of cold slime. I felt so attracted to it.
The closet door's handle started to jiggle, of that like someone wanting to come in. I made my decision. I quickly gathered all my things back into my back pack with a few extra needed items and started taking steps into the mirror. I had to do it quick, for it felt like jumping into a cold pool. For if I can't kill myself, then maybe this will...
