Pumpkin Eater

October 9th

You bumped into Billie Eilish in the candle aisle at the store.

Literally.

You - along with about a dozen other people in the store - were chasing after a white teacup Chihuahua named Parsnip who had jumped out of her elderly owner's purse.

Clearly the puppy was terrified!

You ran into the candle aisle trying to cut her off - and accidentally bumped into a girl sniffing a candle jar.

You jolted her - and the blue candle fell on to the ground - shattering in a million pieces.

You gasped as the puppy ran right by the candle aisle
without even a glance inside.

You quickly apologized to the girl.

You were trying to explain about the puppy when she finally looked up from the mess on the floor, to stare at you from beneath her black hood.

She was wearing dark sunglasses, but you recognized her as Billie Eilish immediately.

You had the same psychiatrist.

You had seen her several times in the waiting room before....but never bothered to talk to her.

She always looked like she was on the verge of tears.

You couldn't see her eyes now though.

She didn't even bother to flag down an employee to tell them about the broken glass.

She just used the side of her shoe, to scrap the broken glass underneath of the aisle shelf.

You glanced down at the candle prices on the shelf and noticed the blue one was only $20.

Surely Billie Eilish could afford to pay for a broken $20 candle!

Regardless, you knew it was your fault it broke so you quickly dug down in your pocket and grabbed a crumpled up twenty.

You smoothed it out before you tried to hand it to a silent Billie.

"- I'm really sorry about this! Here, take this!" You said.

"- I don't need your fucking money you dumb bitch!" Billie suddenly snapped. "- I'm not BROKE! I have my OWN fucking money! More money than you'll ever have in your whole fucking miserable life!" She spit in your face, before slapping the money out of your hand and onto the glass littered floor to stomp on.

Your mouth dropped in disbelief!

You weren't use to being spit in the face or treated like such shit!

You were a nice, decent person!

No one had ever said or done anything as rude to you, as Billie had just done!

You didn't even know what to say to her!

Your eyes filled up with tears of confusion - before you just turned and ran out of the asile with a bright red face.

You were hurrying toward the front of the store to leave, when a security guard stopped you.

He said he was watching the security cameras in the back, and he saw "that lady" spit in your face and hit you.

He said he already called the police to have her removed and trespassed and would you like to press charges.

You didn't want to sue Billie Eilish for spitting in your face and slapping money out of your hand.

Clearly she was having a rough day.

So you quickly wiped her spit off your face with the back of your hand, shook your head no, burst into tears of humiliation and ran out the door to your car.

You were crying too hard to drive home, so you just sat in your parking spot in front of the store crying over your steering wheel.

You heard the cop sirens.

You watched the two police cars pull up and the four officers go inside.

Then you heard the gunshots.

Customers came running out of Walmart, screaming in horror.

You saw Billie.

She came stumbling out holding her stomach...

The cops were right behind her - pointing their guns at her and barking commands!

One of them tased her.

Billie fell face down on the ground - shattering her sunglasses that sent pieces of glass stabbing into her face.

Blood pooled out from beneath her, as the guy continued to violently tase her.

You jumped out of your car and screamed for him to stop tasing her!

He stopped, but Billie was already unconscious.

You heard the crying then....

At first you thought it was Billie....until you saw something moving in her pants.

The officers moved in, and swiftly pulled Billie's sweatpants down.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

There was so much blood between her thighs you assumed she had started a heavy menstrual flow, until you saw the crying, badly burned premature baby still attached to the smoking umbilical cord hanging out of Billie.

You felt horrible.

Especially after hearing the baby didn't make it and died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

You felt even worse, when your name got leaked as the "Karen" who called the cops on Billie for accidentally breaking a candle at Walmart.

That's not what happened at all - but the entire world
decided to blame YOU for killing Billie Eilish's baby.

Your address got leaked and the next thing you knew there were dozens of burnt baby dolls showing up in your yard.

People were hiding crying baby speakers in your bushes and throwing fake blood all over your house and car!

You got hate mail every single day.

Death threats posted on your front door - and candles tossed through your windows.

One candle happened to be lit.....

Your house caught on fire while you were sound asleep.

So did your bed.

You awoke in horrible agony - your whole body engulfed in flames!

Your skin was melting off faster than your bloody pus oozing wounds could crust over.

Your eyes had already welded shut from your burnt eyelids as you tossed around on your bed, hollering in agony.

From somewhere in the thick black smoke of the scorching flames you heard Billie's voice shouting for the fire to stop burning you.....but the fire didn't grant you the same mercy the police officer had shown Billie.

".....I'm really sorry about this..." Billie's voice mumbled.

Then, "Here.... take this." She snickered, before emerging from the growing flames of your bedroom and stepping up on the edge of your burning bed.

Ignoring the flames engulfing her shoes and traveling up her pants - she pulled several bands of money out from her pants pockets.

Then she fueled the fire melting your skin, by making her cash rain down on your burning body, as she mocked you for being a broke bitch.