06-23-2013, 11:04 AM
Oh god...
Looking down into the makeshift grave, I don't see any movement at all. No, he can't be dead, can he? What's worse; the fact that I may have killed someone or the fact that I feel nothing about killing him?
I need professional help.
Walking back to the cab, I see a notebook sitting in the front seat. The door's unlocked from the outside, giving me a feeling that this was an old police car, painted to be a cab. Pulling the door open, I reach down onto the seat and pull the notebook out. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a pen. Why do I always carry a pen with me?
I close the door and walk back near the grave. Attempting to clear my mind, I sit down and bring the pen to the paper, hoping I can express just what the fuck happened here in detail for the police that I'm no doubt going to call.
The man in the grave kidnapped me and attempted to sell me into something (I don't know what, because I wasn't going to ask.) When that deal fell through, he brought out to the middle of nowhere and dug said grave. I hit him in the face with the shovel and he fell into it headfirst. I have no idea if he's alive or dead, but I had no intention of killing him. Oh who am I kidding? It's not like you're going to believe any of this shit.
Respectfully,
_______
I didn't dare leave my name or initials. Ripping out the piece of paper, I drop it into the grave, carefully looking for any movement. A slight twitch! He might still be alive!
My mind immediately races to another conclusion.
If he's still alive, but with all that brain damage, he won't remember my name! I don't think I've ever been this happy to see someone severely injured! Jeez, that sounds like I'm some kind of sadist or something.
I look back at the car, and I see that he also left his cell phone in the passenger's seat, right under where the notebook was. Perfect! I was going to use mine, but now I don't have to worry about it getting tracked or some shit.
Opening the door back up, I reach down and take the phone. I dial the numbers 9-1-1, and wait for the answer.
"Nine-One-One, what is your emergency?"
"There's a body in this field in the middle of nowhere!"
Damn, my scared eyewitness voice is pretty good. All I need to do is keep it up for a few more seconds.
"Ma'am, can you tell me where you are?"
"I don't know!"
Well shit, did that sound suspicious or what?
"Okay ma'am, we're going to need-"
I lay the phone on the ground and run to the driver's side door of the cab. Opening it up and hopping into the driver seat, I turn the keys and drive off. I'm fairly certain the dispatcher could hear that, but at this point I don't care.
Still, I can't get the sound his body made when it landed out of my head.
As I park the cab a few blocks away from my apartment, I can't help but feel glad that I know this state like the back of my hand. I had no idea what time it was, but it definitely was night. The driver didn't rob me, I still had my wallet and my keys, so I could get into my place without waking up Anna...
Then again, she wakes up at the slightest noise.
As I walk toward the building, the main thought that crosses my mind is how much I want a cigarette, which was weird because I kicked that addiction months ago. Why would I feel the need to relapse so to speak at this point?
I decide to keep walking toward the building, disregarding the urge. A block or two to go, now's as good of time as any to think of an excuse for why I got back so late. Wait a minute, I wasn't supposed to leave until tomorrow, so I'm early. Whatever, I'll call the hotel I was staying at and explain later.
Into the building I go, holding my breath as I draw nearer to the door. I pull the keys from my pocket and unlock the door as quietly as possible. However, no matter how gently I push the fucking door, it creaks as it swings open. Quickly steeping inside and push the door back closed. I step into the main room, and see Anna rushing me with a baseball bat.
"What the fuck?!"
She stops dead in her tracks when she realizes who I am. The bat awkwardly slides behind her back.
"I thought you were coming back tomorrow!"
"You and me both."
Her eyes widen upon the realization of what I just said. Maybe I could've worded that a bit better.
"What do you mean?"
Well fuck.
"Some shit happened and I had to come back tonight, I wasn't interrupting something, was I?"
Her eyes make it obvious that she was sleeping, but I couldn't help but messing with her a bit more.
"You fucking know what I was doing."
I smile as I turn back toward the door.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Going out. Again."
She looks a tad annoyed, but she knows she isn't going to stop me.
"Whatever."
I walk out of the apartment and down the street. First order of business, getting some fucking cigarettes.
Looking down into the makeshift grave, I don't see any movement at all. No, he can't be dead, can he? What's worse; the fact that I may have killed someone or the fact that I feel nothing about killing him?
I need professional help.
Walking back to the cab, I see a notebook sitting in the front seat. The door's unlocked from the outside, giving me a feeling that this was an old police car, painted to be a cab. Pulling the door open, I reach down onto the seat and pull the notebook out. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a pen. Why do I always carry a pen with me?
I close the door and walk back near the grave. Attempting to clear my mind, I sit down and bring the pen to the paper, hoping I can express just what the fuck happened here in detail for the police that I'm no doubt going to call.
The man in the grave kidnapped me and attempted to sell me into something (I don't know what, because I wasn't going to ask.) When that deal fell through, he brought out to the middle of nowhere and dug said grave. I hit him in the face with the shovel and he fell into it headfirst. I have no idea if he's alive or dead, but I had no intention of killing him. Oh who am I kidding? It's not like you're going to believe any of this shit.
Respectfully,
_______
I didn't dare leave my name or initials. Ripping out the piece of paper, I drop it into the grave, carefully looking for any movement. A slight twitch! He might still be alive!
My mind immediately races to another conclusion.
If he's still alive, but with all that brain damage, he won't remember my name! I don't think I've ever been this happy to see someone severely injured! Jeez, that sounds like I'm some kind of sadist or something.
I look back at the car, and I see that he also left his cell phone in the passenger's seat, right under where the notebook was. Perfect! I was going to use mine, but now I don't have to worry about it getting tracked or some shit.
Opening the door back up, I reach down and take the phone. I dial the numbers 9-1-1, and wait for the answer.
"Nine-One-One, what is your emergency?"
"There's a body in this field in the middle of nowhere!"
Damn, my scared eyewitness voice is pretty good. All I need to do is keep it up for a few more seconds.
"Ma'am, can you tell me where you are?"
"I don't know!"
Well shit, did that sound suspicious or what?
"Okay ma'am, we're going to need-"
I lay the phone on the ground and run to the driver's side door of the cab. Opening it up and hopping into the driver seat, I turn the keys and drive off. I'm fairly certain the dispatcher could hear that, but at this point I don't care.
Still, I can't get the sound his body made when it landed out of my head.
Hours later
As I park the cab a few blocks away from my apartment, I can't help but feel glad that I know this state like the back of my hand. I had no idea what time it was, but it definitely was night. The driver didn't rob me, I still had my wallet and my keys, so I could get into my place without waking up Anna...
Then again, she wakes up at the slightest noise.
As I walk toward the building, the main thought that crosses my mind is how much I want a cigarette, which was weird because I kicked that addiction months ago. Why would I feel the need to relapse so to speak at this point?
I decide to keep walking toward the building, disregarding the urge. A block or two to go, now's as good of time as any to think of an excuse for why I got back so late. Wait a minute, I wasn't supposed to leave until tomorrow, so I'm early. Whatever, I'll call the hotel I was staying at and explain later.
Into the building I go, holding my breath as I draw nearer to the door. I pull the keys from my pocket and unlock the door as quietly as possible. However, no matter how gently I push the fucking door, it creaks as it swings open. Quickly steeping inside and push the door back closed. I step into the main room, and see Anna rushing me with a baseball bat.
"What the fuck?!"
She stops dead in her tracks when she realizes who I am. The bat awkwardly slides behind her back.
"I thought you were coming back tomorrow!"
"You and me both."
Her eyes widen upon the realization of what I just said. Maybe I could've worded that a bit better.
"What do you mean?"
Well fuck.
"Some shit happened and I had to come back tonight, I wasn't interrupting something, was I?"
Her eyes make it obvious that she was sleeping, but I couldn't help but messing with her a bit more.
"You fucking know what I was doing."
I smile as I turn back toward the door.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Going out. Again."
She looks a tad annoyed, but she knows she isn't going to stop me.
"Whatever."
I walk out of the apartment and down the street. First order of business, getting some fucking cigarettes.