You have to tell someone what’s eating away at you from the inside, at least that’s what my therapist thinks I should do.
Instead of doing what my therapist wants, I usually just drink until I pass out, but this time I’m willing to try and do what she wants even though I’m not expecting too feel better afterwards.
Thankfully, I can go back to drinking if this doesn’t work out, the bottles of hard liquor don’t really help my mind heal, but they do help it forget a thing or two, which is more than I could wish for.
I’m sure it’s better if I stop beating around the bush, so let me start at the beginning.
I checked my mailbox, in the middle of the annoying bills was something that immediately caught my attention.
It was an unusual piece of paper, it looked like a birthday card or greeting card, I never get those, so I was understandably confused.
I examined the card, a handwritten message on it read as follows:
Hello there friend, nice to meet ya!
Even though I’m not here to greet ya!
After all, I’m a busy man.
Don’t worry, for you, I have a truly wonderful plan!
Outstanding my trick will be.
Frightened, it might make you, causing you to flee.
Forever in your memory this night’s trickery will be etched, I already told you what I plan to do, alas, you don’t understand me yet.
I didn’t have a strong opinion about it, but I saved the greeting card anyway, It was so out of place that it made me chuckle.
Hours passed and night came, It was a normal night just like any other, my brother came over so we can watch a movie and share some family-only weed infused brownies I stashed up for us.
Before we could even finish the movie, my brother got a call from his girlfriend, his carefree expression was gone in an instant, it was replaced with a serious look as he ended the quick phone call.
He said his girlfriend told him she was pretty sure someone tried opening her front door, she heard the familiar sound of the door handle jiggling.
She inspected the door, but no one was there, nonetheless she asked my brother to keep her company for the night.
My brother told me he’s sorry for cutting our movie night short, but I didn’t mind, I’d do the same in his position.
He quickly got ready and told me it’s better if I start eating the brownies, he won’t be back until tomorrow morning anyway.
I took him up on that offer and threw him my spare set of keys and told him I’ll be waiting for him.
My brother left and I started nibbling the brownies, before I knew it I ate four of them.
About two hours flew by and I was as high as a kite, getting up was an almost impossible task because I felt like I fused with the couch.
Nothing better than going to sleep when stoned out of your mind, so that’s what I decided to do.
I think say I was asleep for about an hour, but then I was woken up by the front door unlocking.
Even though I was still dazed by the brownies, I immediately thought it was weird that my brother already came back here.
Groggily, I called out to my brother.
No response.
I did the same once again.
No response.
Finally my brother appeared, he awkwardly peeked around the corner, only the top part of his head was visible, his eyes staring blankly.
I called out to him once more.
He didn’t blink, his eyes still stared into nothingness.
I used the last of my willpower to break though the potent weed’s grasp and get up, slowly I walked towards my brother and yet he didn’t move.
As soon as I was an inch away from him, he quickly shifted back and disappeared from my sight.
Extremely confused, I took a couple of more steps, I was sure my brother was going to jump out and scream “Boo!” like it was some kind of messed up prank.
I was wrong.
At the front door stood a tall, lanky man wearing a black suit and a purple tie, a purple mask that looked almost claylike was covering his face, the masked looked like a surprised or confused face, the index finger of his right hand pointed at me.
In his left hand he held my brother’s dismembered head.
I felt like the effects of the marijuana were substituted by a different sensation in mere seconds, my body felt like it turned into a block of ice, I couldn’t speak, move or think, even breathing was something I could barely manage to do at that moment.
I wish I could’ve been of any more use, but instead of trying to fight off the maniacal intruder, I just stood there, breathing heavily, trying to process what I just saw.
The intruder approached me, still frozen in place, I couldn’t react in any way.
He took something that looked like a sticker out of his pocket, I couldn’t even see clearly what it was.
He slowly put it on my chest.
A second later he crudely dropped my brother’s head on the ground and waved at me, then then he swiftly exited my home.
I told you everything, exactly as my therapist wanted.
Honestly, as I expected, telling you this didn’t really help me feel any better.
Maybe because I left out some minor detail, the therapist did say I shouldn’t skip anything. Fine, do you want to know what the intruder put on my chest?
It was indeed a sticker, written on it in bold purple letters was “Gotcha”.