A Machiavellian Writer : Part 1

Chapter 10 : Murdering old friend

I had to go to this bitch sessions for two days and on the third I called Brice and made a reservation at the ' Duke Club ' around mid-night .

" Ah , my boy , Joe I missed you man " Brice greets me while shaking hands and giving a wholesome hug , " So , how's it's been ? " he asks sitting on the sofa

" Well I should say , pretty devastating "

" Hmm , nice choice of words " He said with a little smile
" What's about your friend .. the colleague " I asked after a long pause

" Who ? "

" The Writer - The one who went to prison with you .... Anth -- "

" Ohh , I got it , Jesus nothing good happen "

" What - do - you - mean "

" Nothing's upto plan , yes he avoided office for few weeks like 2 or 3 .. nothing else "

" I think that's just prefect for now "

" No - No .. it's shit , I wanna get this guy off my plates .. don't know how he manages to comes along -- do you know someone from the prison literally attacked him .. and he just showed up again and again ... this fool "
" Really ? "

" Yes , he must be having some really great fucking -- therapeutic sessions "

WHAT A IRONY , " God , therapy is bad "

" Why ? " Brice asks with a chuckle , " Wait , don't tell me you're having some crazy sessions going on "

" No , I don't need one .. I already had one at my place from a long time .."

" What ? "

" A pen , An appropriate amount of ink and a white smooth buttery page .. that's my therapy "

" Quite artistic , but we gonna do something about him "

" You should call him out someday " I said in an absolute excitement , " We already had stepped upon one of his nerve , now we just have to expand the swellings by staying closer to him , you got that .. hmm ? "

" Hmm ! Sounds good " Brice says taking a sip from his last drink

" Tell me more about what happen "

I felt weak all the time , my body doesn't demands or crave for food anymore , I'm still having the meal only once in a while and during the nights , I'm always chasing behind the Infinity ...

it's been a week and I couldn't sleep anymore , my eyes has been gifted up with dark circles all the way through, I could sometimes see the sparkling neon colored snails and worms at the top edge of my eyeballs . I'm always in a state in dizziness ...

I picked up a song to provide me a head massage while I again started writing , but before that I used the ' Ice - Bowl ' trick to vandalize my insecurities and once again I started writing ...
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Greenland was already surprised and was not that much comfortable to visit the prison with his fellow Brice but supposedly, Brice had a great deal for him . Gathering some information is necessary and the place where these two were heading was only filthed with negative reviews but the catch is that these two individuals might get a huge inspiration for their work which later on could be traced back on a small black colored notepad .

" So look we're gonna talk to these prisoners, write down what they have done and then just use it for our own ? "

" Yeah , that's the plan " Brice said