February 15, 2008

It was dark. Dark and warm, not your normal creepy “it was dark and cold” and yadda yadda. I’m glad to. I fucking hate the cold. Ugh. It’s just so uncomfortable, but that’s beside the point. I tend to get off track a lot so just stop me when I start on and on, okay?”
“Okay, sure,” murmured Dr. Lin, as she gently wiped away at the dried blood crusted around my hands.
“Well, as I was sayin, it was dark and warm when I finally got into the house and let me tell ya, these people don’t even have that great of a security alarm, so it was pretty easy for me to disarm it. It’s pretty sad actually if ya think about it. They get this false sense of security just by the tiny fucking idea that since they’ve got a security alarm, even if its worth shit, that they ain’t gonna get robbed. Ha That bull right there. Wish I could see their faces when they wake up and-“
“Jill, your getting off track.” Having cleared most of the dark red blood from her hand, Dr. Lin dabbed her cotton ball with alcohol, before gently wiping at the wound. Jill grimaced, her arm muscles tensing for a brief second at the sudden stinging, but relaxed gradually.
“Yea, sorry bout that. Well, like I said, I get in their house and their totally oblivious, sleepin like logs or whatever up in their king size beds. Well, I’m creepin around real quiet and shit, and out of the blue, a dim light just turns on in this room infront of me. I mean I freeze up and just stare, waitin for some idiot to come out with a shotgun at me or somethin. So im runnin through all these crazy ass ideas or how to disarm him and do that palm thrust thingy where you can shove their nose bone or whatever up into their brain. Yea yea, gross and crazy but look at who your talkin to, Doc,” snorted Jill.
“I know. Sometimes I just wonder about that brain of yours. Now stop fidgeting and hold your hand still. Good, now what happened after you see that light? Who was it?”
“Ha, well you know me, quick as a gazelle, I hop over the couch and behind it waitin for someone to come out. Nothin. I peek around and crawl closer to the door and see that it’s the kitchen. It was just some fat guy, probably the pops or something, stealing some cake. Chocolate I might add.”


Chrissy Faye