Carnations

Carnations -02-

I got up from bed, my hair messy and rough. Luckily, it was a weekend, but I still had to take notes on any suspicious signs for the new suspects. I got into a lazy outfit, and crossed off another day from the calendar. Today was a gray and cold Saturday, and everything just felt so bland. I didn't know quite what to do.

As I brushed my hair thoroughly in the bathroom and brushed my teeth with care, a loud slam from a wooden cabinet from my very kitchen was heard in the other room. I live with nobody, except for my dumb cat. Mind you, my cat does not have that sort of ability to open a cabinet and shut it, he can't even get onto the counters. Now this was...new.

I wasn't scared, well, maybe a bit. But it couldn't be anything for your information. I stroked my hair one last time and made my way into the kitchen. Now let me tell you this, when I walked down there it was only a blur. Yes, a blur. Nothing else, nothing more. I didn't understand what was happening. There was a little piece of paper on the counter, it looked like it was covered in dirt, so I could tell it apart from my marble counters.

"Dear Marilyn," it said. "I was hungry, and your door was unlocked. Make sure to shut it next time, I could stab you in your sleep if I really wanted to." The crumb of my newly bought potato chips laid peacefully on the note, just as if to tease me. Besides the crumbs though, this was not normal as you can probably tell. I mean, somebody just broke into my house, and this was a threat...of some sort.

I picked up the note, and took it to my room. I couldn't call the authorities, because what were they going to do about a little note and some crumbs on my counter? They could probably do something, but I am a part of the authorities, and I wanted to figure this out myself. I studied the note, the handwriting was clean with a certain messy look to it as well. Written quickly but with a certain fashion. I was intrigued at the sight.

Now, I know exactly what you're thinking. Every other person would be absolutely terrified down to the core of their soul, for a person has just broken into their house. And I'm not going to give you a lecture about how I'm "different", but I am going to inform you that I took this little..."thing", as a task. A mission. An adventure to wipe away the gray.

I put on my muddy shoes and stopped outside the door, closing it behind me. I observed the scene, nothing unusual. It seemed like a normal day in this sad little neighborhood out in Kansas, where it felt like Dorothy and her little crusty dog were dead. What a challenge this was going to be.

I walked further into my small front yard, crouching down to spot a little bit of red amongst the gray grass. I poked at it, already seeming to know what it was. I turn the other way to see another spec of red in the dry grass. It wasn't blood, the person that did this left behind chunks of...raw bacon. Covered with a little bit of blood, but I hoped it was only the pig's. I wondered if this was here to stump me, or maybe worry me. It was smart, but also quite stupid.

I have been watching Marilyn for a little bit now, so I thought it was a wonderful time to stop by. She looked like she needed a bit of company, you know? And maybe she had some food for me, because you should always treat your guests well of course.

Robert dropped me off a block away from her house, I told him I was just going to look at some cute dogs at the local pound. Don't tell him though, because I lied. I also took his phone because I forgot mine at the hotel we booked. I needed some fun, and there were also a few sluts texting him on Tinder.

When I arrived at Marilyn's house, I smelled the air. It smelled salty and a little bit grim. What perfect weather for a little stop by! I pulled out my pocket mirror, just to fix my hair a little bit before I went in. She had her curtain slightly pulled away, how stupid to put your bedroom at the front of a house. I couldn't exactly see her, but the bus stop window thing had a bit of a reflection, and it peered directly into her room, so I could see her in her slumber. How cute.

I walked up to the front door, eating a piece of fatty bacon I cooked up before we came. I like the fat ones. And I like them raw, in my opinion it's tastier to eat them. So I didn't really cook them, but I did slice the pig open myself. I may have left a few crumbs behind, but don't dwell on that good friend! The greedy birds could eat them. I'm just helping them out is all. I finished, and yanked at my coat a little bit.

Putting my gloves on, I gently grabbed the door knob, and twisted it slowly to see if it would budge. My dear friend has left her door unlocked, how silly of her to do such a thing! I turned the knob more, and eventually the door opened. It was very polished down, and the hinges seemed glossy before I arrived, so it wouldn't even make a sound. That's what you get for being over-tidy.

I walked in and took my shoes off at the front door. It would only be polite to do so. This was easy, hm? I started to get even hungrier, and my dark hair swept in front of my face. I made myself at home, walking into the kitchen. Her house was very welcoming, but too quiet. So I opened the cabinet where I knew the chips were. Yes, I know, I told you I had been watching her, get over it. I took the chips, and opened the bag. I'm surprised the pop of the bag didn't wake Marilyn up.

I ate a few chips, and decided I would leave a small note for my good friend. Just so she knew I took my fair share. I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket that I had left in there from another task. It was fun to papercut somebody to death, and I know that seems like a silly thing, and that nobody would do it because it's not effective, but hey, it was actually pretty fun! I grabbed my handy-dandy pen, and wrote out the note. I ate a chip, and dropped a few more crumbs on the counter. Yes yes, the note was covered in a bit of dried blood, but it was fine.

As I went to go put my shoes on and take my chips with me, I decided to give Marilyn a little wake up call. I slammed the cabinet door, and made myself out of her wonderful house with ease. I made sure to not slam her door, for that would just be rude. When I walked out the door, one of Marilyn's good neighbors just happened to notice me. I couldn't bear with little witness snitches, so I pulled out my small pistol which I had drawn little hearts on to give it some style, and shot her. It wasn't painful, don't worry, it was only right between the eyes. I don't like to miss, so she didn't exactly get away either.

I hurried across the dark empty roads in case of any cars, and dragged the lady's body down the street by her hand. She was a little heavy, but I could manage. I took another chip out of the bag and rested it on my tongue. Yes, there was going to be a trail of blood on the sidewalk, but it'll rain in about...2 minutes. So I should be safe enough.