CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He sat up watching her all night. Just watching her sleep. So sweet. So innocent. He stroked his tv screen gently whenever she was on.
Why did his favourites never make it to the end? Six or eight weeks in and they'd always be gone. But one week!? He couldn't take that. Surely something would happen, surely she'd stay...but the bookies were never wrong, all the online polls had her going...HOW COULD PEOPLE GET IT SO WRONG? She was perfect. In his eyes. In his mind.
He had no friends. No life. He lived alone. Always alone. Except during the summer when his favourite reality tv show was on. Then he had friends. Friends he could see anytime, just by looking at the tv. Friends who would never leave him...until they were voted out.
The pretty 21 year old blond had caught his eye instantly. Sometimes his favourite would be a guy, sometimes a girl. He'd only have one each other, it was all his obsessive mind could handle. One to focus on, obsess over. He liked it better when it was a girl, because he could then think about his favourite during his masturbation fantasies too.
And yet, she was up for eviction in the first week. She had an annoying laugh, they had said. That was seriously the best reason they could come up with to nominate her. JEALOUSY! A bit of a slut, the public thought, just because she showed some skin. Why wouldn't she show some skin, he appreciated it! And now she was going to go! Up against the fat, jolly girl who he couldn't stand. It was like a cruel joke. Like reality was playing a cruel joke on him. Maybe it was. He used to think reality was only for him. As he'd grown up, he'd gotten over it, but lately...he'd beeen noticing things. Knowing looks from people on the street, when he'd dare to venture out. Laughing at him. And now this. The best looking reality tv contestant he'd ever seen, with a lovely personality (he was sure) too, about to go after only a week!
Well, at least he could go down to her eviction and wish her well.
It was, he reasoned, just another of reality's jokes that he happened to live so close to the reality tv compound. Okay, it took two trains journeys to get there, but still it was relatively close!
He hated being away from the tv for so long, missing her last evening...but at least he'd see her in the flesh!
He pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He didn't care what people thought of him. He didn't care about anything anymore. Only her.
It was time. The crowd were booing before her name was read out. She looked terrified, ready to cry. Then they cheered, they cheered when the host confirmed that it would be her leaving. So gleeful. He wanted to kill them all. He wished he had a gun.
A knife would have to do.
She stepped out the doors. The people booed louder than ever. Some chanted slut. A girl in front of him with a chunky ass was shouting "CUNT, CUNT, YOU'RE A CUNT!" He slid his knife into her back. In the chaos, no one even noticed. She slumped forward, held up by the barricade. He sneaked away. He had to get closer to the object of his affections...
She was so near now. She looked different in the flesh...smaller. He still loved her though! He could hear a commotion, not connected with the eviction. Perhaps his handiwork had been discovered. He didn't care. This was his chance. He ran right at her. He jumped the barricade.
"I LOVE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE WON! I HATE THAT FAT SLUT WHO BEAT YOU! I LOVE YOU VICTORIA! COME AWAY WITH ME, REALITY IS MINE, YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME, AHAHAHAHA!"
She shrunk in fear. Perhaps it was because he was waving the knife about.
Security disarmed him and threw him to the ground. He could see Victoria's feet from where he was lying, as she hurried past, surrounded by guards.
The strange thought occured to him that maybe she wasn't the one for him after all.
Oh well, there's always next year.
Why did his favourites never make it to the end? Six or eight weeks in and they'd always be gone. But one week!? He couldn't take that. Surely something would happen, surely she'd stay...but the bookies were never wrong, all the online polls had her going...HOW COULD PEOPLE GET IT SO WRONG? She was perfect. In his eyes. In his mind.
He had no friends. No life. He lived alone. Always alone. Except during the summer when his favourite reality tv show was on. Then he had friends. Friends he could see anytime, just by looking at the tv. Friends who would never leave him...until they were voted out.
The pretty 21 year old blond had caught his eye instantly. Sometimes his favourite would be a guy, sometimes a girl. He'd only have one each other, it was all his obsessive mind could handle. One to focus on, obsess over. He liked it better when it was a girl, because he could then think about his favourite during his masturbation fantasies too.
And yet, she was up for eviction in the first week. She had an annoying laugh, they had said. That was seriously the best reason they could come up with to nominate her. JEALOUSY! A bit of a slut, the public thought, just because she showed some skin. Why wouldn't she show some skin, he appreciated it! And now she was going to go! Up against the fat, jolly girl who he couldn't stand. It was like a cruel joke. Like reality was playing a cruel joke on him. Maybe it was. He used to think reality was only for him. As he'd grown up, he'd gotten over it, but lately...he'd beeen noticing things. Knowing looks from people on the street, when he'd dare to venture out. Laughing at him. And now this. The best looking reality tv contestant he'd ever seen, with a lovely personality (he was sure) too, about to go after only a week!
Well, at least he could go down to her eviction and wish her well.
It was, he reasoned, just another of reality's jokes that he happened to live so close to the reality tv compound. Okay, it took two trains journeys to get there, but still it was relatively close!
He hated being away from the tv for so long, missing her last evening...but at least he'd see her in the flesh!
He pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He didn't care what people thought of him. He didn't care about anything anymore. Only her.
It was time. The crowd were booing before her name was read out. She looked terrified, ready to cry. Then they cheered, they cheered when the host confirmed that it would be her leaving. So gleeful. He wanted to kill them all. He wished he had a gun.
A knife would have to do.
She stepped out the doors. The people booed louder than ever. Some chanted slut. A girl in front of him with a chunky ass was shouting "CUNT, CUNT, YOU'RE A CUNT!" He slid his knife into her back. In the chaos, no one even noticed. She slumped forward, held up by the barricade. He sneaked away. He had to get closer to the object of his affections...
She was so near now. She looked different in the flesh...smaller. He still loved her though! He could hear a commotion, not connected with the eviction. Perhaps his handiwork had been discovered. He didn't care. This was his chance. He ran right at her. He jumped the barricade.
"I LOVE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE WON! I HATE THAT FAT SLUT WHO BEAT YOU! I LOVE YOU VICTORIA! COME AWAY WITH ME, REALITY IS MINE, YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME, AHAHAHAHA!"
She shrunk in fear. Perhaps it was because he was waving the knife about.
Security disarmed him and threw him to the ground. He could see Victoria's feet from where he was lying, as she hurried past, surrounded by guards.
The strange thought occured to him that maybe she wasn't the one for him after all.
Oh well, there's always next year.
