For Part 2 – refer to this. This is a work of fiction.
It was almost two months since I was discharged. And sure enough, he was upto his old tricks.
Yesterday, I heard him talking to his ‘secretary’ over the phone. He was literally crooning into the phone like a lovesick 13 year old boy. And then I saw him holding a picture of hers in his hand. IN HIS FUCKING HAND. IN MY HOUSE.
I lost it. You know, they are right – when you keep something bottled inside you for too long this is what happens…you tend to explode. So I did. Sue me. I have always had a bad temper.
I picked up the vase next to my bed, walked over to his office and hit him on the head with it.
I didn’t mean to kill him.
Anyhow, long story short, I did. Now I’m a fugitive and all that jazz. Its the weekend so I have plenty of time to dispose of the body and head for the border.
What a pity though. Torturing him slowly, playing with his mind would have been so much fun.
Anyhow. I guess that settles the score.
My doctor wouldn’t agree. He wanted me to test for schizophrenia. Yeah right, Like I mentioned earlier, I am not crazy. The doctor is.
So yeah. Mexico sounds good. I always found Latin American men hot. Time for me to find someone new.
Till I do, adios!