Enraged with fear, I sit impatiently staring at the clock. As every second ticks on, I shake even more. I’m awaiting the instructions that never seem to come. I glance at my cell phone, at the clock, then back at the phone.
He was supposed to call five minutes ago, but he hasn’t yet.
She’s waking up. She was supposed to be gone by now! She’s starting to scream through the tape. This went on for what seemed like forever. I begged her to stop, but she wouldn’t. She was making me lose focus.
Finally, just as I was about to snap, the ever so familiar ring tone “Come on Eileen”, started playing. I knew it. “Too-ra-loo-ra-ay.”, I sang along.
I knew he wouldn’t leave me in a time like this. I needed him. I needed him to tell me what to do. He gave me clear instructions.
I grabbed the handsaw and severed her head. Blood went everywhere. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect any of this, really. It was never a thought. I just got the call, and I did as I was told. I wrapped her head in clear plastic wrap, and put it in a cooler filled with ice.
As soon as I closed the lid to the cooler, containing her cranium, the police broke down my door. They didn’t give warning or anything. They just broke down the door and came rushing in. One of them saw the body, then saw the cooler. He looked at me with evil eyes. I was so confused, and I must have looked like it, considering the look he gave me afterwards. He slowly opened the cooler, while the others stood staring at me, with their guns pointed at my chest. Once the cop caught sight of what lay beneath the lid, he gasped and stumbled back.
He looked at me, with that evil look again, “Book ‘em!”, he yelled to his comrades.
”No! No! He told me to do this! It was him! He made me do it!!”, I pleaded with them.
They started to mirandize me. They weren’t listening to me. Why weren’t they listening to me?!
”Check my phone! Check the last number that called! It’s him. He made me do it!!!”, I pleaded with them, again, almost crying.
I guess they were just trying to get me to shut up, but they appeased me and looked.
It was the cop who looked in the cooler, that looked at the cell phone. He looked at the other cops and nodded to them. They started putting hand cuffs on me.
”NO! What the hell? What are you doing? Don’t you see the number!?”, I asked, yelling, while trying to break free from their grasp.
He shoved the phone in my face, and yelled, “The last phone call you got was over two years ago!”
He grabbed my shirt collar, and pulled me close to his face. “I’m gonna take you down, sicko!”, he said in a low grunt. ”Get this fucker out of my sight!”, he yelled to his team.
The next thing I remember was waking up here, in this room. It’s not so bad, I guess. I get a bed, food, and a toilet. They won’t let me out, though. I don’t know why. I wonder whatever happened to that girl…I ask about her, but they just look at me with disgust.
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Credits to: Courtney W. © (http://x2k5a7yx.tumblr.com/)
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