CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
His mind hurt. Trying to think made it hurt once. Not thinking made him feel like he was nothing, not alive, just a fading echo. He tried to write down how he felt, but all that came out was "my mind hurts" and that didn't seem descriptive enough, so he kicked his computer repeatedly until the screen went blank. For half a second he was satisfied, then he sank down on the floor, laughing or crying, he couldn't tell which. He wanted to get drunk, but there was no alcohol in the house and he wasn't going to go out. He didn't want to be seen by human eyes again. Logically, suicide was the only option. He ran up and down his room for a while, ideas came to him more easily when he was running. He got tired pretty quickly and sat down. Suicide still seemed to be the only option. His heart was beating faster. He wish he could have a heart attack. It didn't come. Disappointed, he went to the kitchen and found the sharpest knife he had. He stood over the sink. He touched the cold metal against his shaking wrists. It felt good. It calmed him. All he had to do was cut and it would all be over.
His doorbell rang. He ignored it.
It rang again.
Quite why he went to answer it he didn't know. It just seemed like the thing to do. Just as he was about to open the door he realised it would probably be a good idea to put the knife down and he did so, then opened.
"Hello! Lovely day, isn't it?" said the smiling woman standing on his doorstep. There was a man in a suit standing next to her, smiling too. Jehovah's Witnesses! He laughed.
"Hahaha, you're Jehovah's!" They looked puzzled for a second then both laughed.
"That's right. We're just here to talk to you about..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, JEHOVAH'S!" He laughed right in there stupid faces.
"Is there someone who looks after you?" said the man, kindly.
"Just my friend...MISTER KNIFE!" he said, grabbing the knife from the table next to the door and brandishing it above his head. "STABBBY STABBY!"
"OH FUCK, RUN!" said the woman and she and her husband ran up the driveway as fast as they could, the man tripping at the top and his wife not even stopping to help him.
"BYE!" he shouted and slammed the door. He went back to the kitchen, humming a happy tune as he did. He cheerily put the knife away. He could get through another day on this high. If he scared someone else tomorrow he'd be fine for the whole weekend! Next week would be a problem though, he had to admit.
Maybe if he killed someone...
His doorbell rang. He ignored it.
It rang again.
Quite why he went to answer it he didn't know. It just seemed like the thing to do. Just as he was about to open the door he realised it would probably be a good idea to put the knife down and he did so, then opened.
"Hello! Lovely day, isn't it?" said the smiling woman standing on his doorstep. There was a man in a suit standing next to her, smiling too. Jehovah's Witnesses! He laughed.
"Hahaha, you're Jehovah's!" They looked puzzled for a second then both laughed.
"That's right. We're just here to talk to you about..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, JEHOVAH'S!" He laughed right in there stupid faces.
"Is there someone who looks after you?" said the man, kindly.
"Just my friend...MISTER KNIFE!" he said, grabbing the knife from the table next to the door and brandishing it above his head. "STABBBY STABBY!"
"OH FUCK, RUN!" said the woman and she and her husband ran up the driveway as fast as they could, the man tripping at the top and his wife not even stopping to help him.
"BYE!" he shouted and slammed the door. He went back to the kitchen, humming a happy tune as he did. He cheerily put the knife away. He could get through another day on this high. If he scared someone else tomorrow he'd be fine for the whole weekend! Next week would be a problem though, he had to admit.
Maybe if he killed someone...
