Piece

Silence

I wake up again, from my dream. And this time, I see the child far away from me, and he tells me to follow him. And I do, and then as I walk through the stairs and head up, that same child grabs my hand. And he says to me softly, .. "Come on, let's get going! Your life is not over yet."

It was the first time he had said that to me, and I feel less bad than I did before. And everytime I see that child, he makes me feel better. And I don't know why, and I still don't know who that child is. And I am starting to think that I never will.

After dreaming again my dream, I wake up, and I get on with my new day again, and I am expecting the newsflash of the fifteen or some people killed, and murdered and .. ripped apart? My mind is still hazy from that encounter, and I can't remember much from it but that those ten fuckers were going to attack me, but did they see me before? No. I don't reckon to see them at all. Whatte fuck? Was I taken over by someone? Or something? And now I am talking like a serial killer, whatte fuck is wrong with me, no serial killer or any murderer could do what I did, and have done. Fifteen evil people and fuckers had died tonight. But did they belong to a biker gang? Who gives a fuck. They are already dead.

After losing my stature and cool once again, and having my eternal fury come through me once more, I walk to my kitchen again, and I grab my morning snacks, and I decide to eat my fill of what is left of them. And after that, I head outside again, and as usual I see the new news article again, and it reads, (Mass murder, people of 15 killed outside of the club's alley.) I grab the newspaper off the ground and I open it and search for the page of the written main article, and I find, and then I read it out loud, (Witness heard screams and a gunshot, and they ran to the scene after hearing that gunshot. But people who were in the club during that time had got there first. And no one saw who did that horrible thing, however, a guy who was shot straight in the back of his head, was recognized by the other club members, and one of them, another guy, had said his gang wants to have fun. And that is why they had went to outside, but now it looks like that "fun," got them all killed.)

I look at the article again and read more of it, (Police say they think it is the same guy who ran off from them, after the man in his neighbourhood was attacked. If that is true they might have as well been, meeting, seeing, and trying to catch this vigilante, slash hero slash mass murderer and a killer, who is responsible of every single of the killings, that have been discovered so far. If this is true, the police are outmatched, citizens are urged to avoid confronting the guy who wears a black jacket. But that does not help at all, many wear black jackets. But this is all that we have been given to, as of right now.)

After I am done with reading the new newspaper, I realise that the main news article, has been written by a another of the other reporters, but then I think that I am not so sure of it, but what else could it possibly be? Because they seem to be really into it..

But what will they think when they see that massacre? That I did. I wonder, are they going to be peeing in their pants? Or shaking in their boots? I really don't know what they are even wearing anymore.. It's all the same anyways.

But real life violence has nothing to do with me.

Not a single fucking rascal could do even half of the things that I have done. And that is a fact. They are all the same, weak useless pieces of garbage.

I drop my newspaper down on the ground again, and I walk through the street, as I head to get me a new meal again, but this time I won't go to the same spot, but I will go around the city plaza. And as I walk through there, I check some of the dining places that are around of me, it's not that I got bored of going to my usual meal place, but I just need to go check around the city. To find my next target.

Shortly after looking around me, I decide to go to dine in one of the diners near my left side, and I walk in there like it's no ones business, and I get through the door that opens for me and I walk through it ignoring the man who passes by my left side, and I get to the front of the main desk and I decide to get myself some random order, and I see a young guy in front of me and I ask him, "What's your best low calorie dish?" And he says to me, "Well handsome. We have fish. With some salad and slices of potatoes, rice is also available. But if you don't want to eat any carbs. We can specialize a meal for you specifically. If you want." And I say to him, "Tell you what, I take anything that is a low calorie dish, you can choose me anything you may want." And the guy says to me, "Okay dear, I will do so. And I will make sure to choose you the best dish there is. And I say to him, "Alright, sounds good." And he goes through the menu, and he says, "How about chicken with brown rice and some salad with a dressing? This includes some apricots with it, and a bread and cheese and meat slices, and a onion dip." And I say to him, "Sounds fine. Is the bread gluten free?" And he says to me, "Uh. Not usually. But I will make it for you that way." And I say to him, "Yeah. Hey make the cheese lactose free, and the meat low fat, you got those options right?" And he says to me, "Of course baby, don't worry. If there is anything else you want. Let me know." And I say to him, "Do you have kefir? Water." And he says to me, "No. But we do have an alternative, how about water with a fruit mix? Basically it is uh, tastes like the fruit, how about a lime? Sound good?" And I say to him, "Okay. Fine." And he says to me, "Thank you. I will get to it right now." And I say to him, "Okay." And he smiles at me and I smile a little, and I wait for him to be done making my order, and I look around me a bit left and right, and I see that only few people are around of me, but the seat near the windows is empty, and it will be the one were I will go to, shortly after looking around of me, the guy returns with the serving plate that is full, and my food is ready, he even put a fork and a knife with the paper below them for me, and then he says to me, "Here you go lovely sir. Do you pay with card or cash?" And I say to him, "Card." And he says to me, "Okay. We have the card reader here you go." And he shows the card reader to me and puts it in front of me on my left side of the table, away from my food. And I take my payment card out and pay for my meal, I like the color of my card. It is so vibrant. And I grab my order from him, and I smile at him as I usually do, and I go around the tables, and then I put my serving plate down onto the table and then I sit down close to the window seat and I start to I eat my supper. And I realize that it tastes really good, but I am not sure on what is in it. And as I eat my food, I wish that I had a real life sheep to talk to.