I turned the key and took a big breath of suspense as I
opened the door and dropped my bag on the floor. Everything looked normal so
far today, nothing out of the ordinary, but I knew better than to let my guard
down. I had two options: run to my room and grab my football helmet to protect
my face or make a sandwich. It took me about 20 seconds to find a clean knife
for the peanut butter. I poured a tall glass of milk, making sure to smell it,
I mean who knows, the horror I face tonight could be rancid milk. I mean, have
you tasted that stuff? I’d rather fight a monster over a glass of expired milk any
day. One can’t check over his or her own shoulder enough when you know there’s
something just waiting to pop out and hurt you. It’s more annoying than
anything. I mean I’ve gotten used to the pain at this point; a broken leg, a
fractured jaw, they’d both be healed by tomorrow morning when I wake up. Thank
goodness for that part of the curse; my medical bills would be through the
roof. I sat down with my peanut butter and jelly, strawberry of course, and
turned on the TV. I heard the toilet flushed and I let loose a sigh. I was so
close to digging into my sandwich.
Here it
comes, some kind of maniac with a big ax, heck it could be a killer toilet for
all I know. Last week I was just hearing funny noises all night, which you
wouldn’t think would be that scary, but with the serious paranoia of something
cutting you open even a mouse squeaking is enough to make you jump. I just didn’t
really feel like caring today. Perhaps I’ve been beaten up too much. Who knows,
maybe the real weight of this curse is starting to wear off finally and I’m
going to be able to handle this easily from now on. I mean sticks and stones
can break my bones, but I’m pretty mentally stable. At least that’s what I was
thinking until I finally got the courage to look at this misshapen, hideous
creature that awaits me. I threw a quick glance while taking a sip of my milk
and ended up spitting all over the floor. I had to dart my eyes immediately
back to the horror I had to face this night. The sight was chilling beyond
words. It was me. He sat there eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and
drinking a glass of milk and glanced over at me with the same kind of surprised
look. I stared with my mouth open.
We
stared at each other for a few seconds and he finally blurted out “I get it,
you’re supposed to me, that’s an interesting choice from the curse”. Of course
I laughed and put him in his place, explaining that he was clone that the curse
that he put there. We argued back and forth for quite a while. It turns out the
only person as stubborn as me, is me. We both took the high road and tried to
drop the argument at the same time. The smug jerk. The thought started reeling
in my head and I kind of guessed that he or it was having the same second
thoughts. I mean, what if I was really just the curse and I was convinced that
I’m the real me? If not, then this doppelganger is going to attack me any
second and sense it will hurt I’m a tad bit jumpy at his subtlest of moves,
even just for his glass of milk. It actually was more frustrating to me that he
was so convinced that I was the monster.
It
really started getting under my skin. I mean I didn’t really remember my day at
work. It was kind of a blur. What if I was the monster? I tried to block it out
for a while but hearing him laugh at the same jokes I enjoy from TV shows just
really irked me. On top of that this guy had a nonchalant attitude towards
me, which is usually how I… or should I say Shawn would act. I started running
through the possibility that maybe, just maybe, I am the monster. Then it’s
pretty much my duty to kill him. It was a little weird thinking that I’d have
to fight this guy whether or not I am the monster. I mean, he is me after all.
I really got to the point where I was ready to make the first move. I mean if I’m
the monster I should do my job and if I’m not the monster then he’s going to
attack me. The suspense was killing me.
He got
up to move to the kitchen and I figured I should prepare myself. There’s tons
of knives in the kitchen. I reached down to grab the knife I left on my table
to cut my sandwich and picked up the sandwich for one last bite. I absolutely
love peanut butter and jelly. I took a bite and spat it out instantly. It had
grape jelly. That idiot. I don’t own a jar of grape jelly. I put down the knife
as he passed by. I waited the whole night for him to jump out with some kind of
weapon, but it never came. Midnight hit and he was gone and I was simply off to
bed. I’m glad I didn’t attack him though out of paranoia, it may have made me a
better person. I guess sometimes the scariest thing can be ending becoming what
you hate and giving into being the monster.
Shawn Frite
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