Red beans

Hall Of Death

MASSIVE LAD'S POV

Every night I walk the gruesome Hall of Death. The Hall has no ending, as far as I know, even though I've searched far and wide for it. The Hall is decorated with the sins I've committed, portraits of the people I've murdered hang on the wall. It was hell. Every night was always the same, there was no escape from the hall, just a reminder to enforce guilt into my brain. I try to scream, but I know it will all be over when I wake up, because it's all just a dream.

...Right?

I hit a wall. I must've been too deep in thought to look where I was going. I look up. A wall. I've found it. I've found the end of the hallway. The wall opens up to reveal a beautiful, silver platter filled with red, round beans. What was this doing here? I decide to reach in, and pick a handful of beans.

"Massive Lad? Are you awake?" 

I wake up from my deep, solemnly, slumber. "In a second!" I think about the beans.

Shank has been living with me for a couple months. She was a beautiful girl who just got kicked out her house for neighbour disturbance. She was pretty upset about it, but I told her it's not her fault for peeing on her neighbours. Since she was my "friend" I let her stay with me until she could a new home. But I feel like she never was going too, like she loved staying with me. I didn't mind though.

"I made you pancakes!"

It sounded delicious, but I surprisingly didn't want any. All I wanted was beans.

Beans.

Beans...

Red, round, beans...