NEVER GOT PICKED!

Chapter 3. Just A Tumor.

Edgar wakes up to the acrid scent of pickles. He cringes as the memory of last night rushes back in his mind. Knowing that he missed what could have been the answer to his prayers. He knows today will be a bad day. Getting up from the 90's flower print couch, he steps around the pickle stained rug.

Walking into the bathroom to empty his bladder and freshen himself up. After washing his hands, he begins brushing his teeth. Looking in the mirror he hates his reflection. Even though he is not a particularly unattractive man, he can't see past his scar that sits above his left eye.

His dark blue eyes set in his low set brow. With his slender nose and high slightly crooked bridge. Thin Pink lips hiding his brilliantly white teeth. He has always taken pristine care of his oral hygiene. His face an oval with a slim pointed chin.

He checks his watch sees that he is late to open his shop. He takes a handful water and splashes his face, then takes his wet hands and runs it through his medium length brown hair. taking it out of his face and resting behind his ears. He grabs his deodorant from the cabinet and applies it. dusting off his clothes while walking out the bathroom.

He looks for his glasses that only serve a purpose of hiding his scar. He finds them on the table brown coffee table. He heads to check on his grandmother Agnes. He opens her door and is met with a strong breeze of cold air. He shivers and walks up to Agnes. Looking at her chest he stares waiting to see if it will rise and fall. It does, he feels disappointment arise but quickly pushes it out.

He takes a bottle from a little fridge in her room and opens it, the smell is pungent he winces and grabs a spoon. He feeds his grandmother like an infant wiping the excess food from her mouth.

He kisses her forehead and tells her goodbye for the day and he will see her tonight. Before walking out he notices the window is wide open. He doesn't remember opening the window last night but then again he was not in the right state of mind last night, so he dismisses it.

Ready to leave he remembers his grandmother's nurse is scheduled for today so he leaves a note telling he he already fed her this morning. Locking up the house he notices an object wrapped in houndstooth wrapping paper. Its small and square like a box. He decides to open it once he gets to the antique store. He walks to the bus stop and waits.

Stepping off the bus he notices an elder woman waiting by the door of his shop. He sighs and walks over to greet his potential customer while he unlocks the door.

"Hello Ma'am" he says with his eyes still on the door as he pushes it open.

"Hello Edgar dear" she responds.

Edgar frozen in his tracks, recognized the voice.

"M Mi Miss Plenty?" Edgar turns around with wide eyes.

"Yes its me dear. How have you been? It's been 21 years but i haven't stopped thinking about you." She said in a creaky voice. "before you say anything I want to let you know that...that I, I well Edgar I'm sorry for what i have done to you." "I was sick dear, very sick. I had a tumor in my brain and it impaired my judgment. It also inhibited my ability to control my impulses."

Edgar unable to speak in his state of shock by seeing his teacher, he walks behind the counter and sits on the chair to process what he had just heard.

"Edgar dear please say something. I'm sorry please forgive me i beg of you. I haven't been able to sleep knowing that i did those awful things to you. You were such a sweet child." Her voice betraying her as it breaks between words.

"So i wasn't special?" Edgar asked his voice sounding wounded.

"I'm sorry dear what?" Asked Miss Plenty.

"you said I was special and that you picked me for a reason."

"Edgar please dear I'm sorry I wasn't in my right mind. I had a tumor in my frontal lobe."

"So you didn't mean it? You only said it because you were sick? You never actually picked me did you? I was just an opportunity!" Edgar said angrily.

"Edgar what are you saying? Are you angry with me for apologizing?" She asked confused

"I should've known you didn't pick me of your own free will. You were forced by that tumor! Why did you come back?! That was one of my very few good memories and now you've ruined it!" He yelled.

"Please Edgar you're looking at this all wrong! It wasn't something that should have ever happend" she said loudly her voice still creaky.

"Get out." spoke Edgar quietly.

"Edgar dear please underst-"

"GET OUT!" He yelled.

She started crying making her way towards the door Edgar following behind her making sure she doesn't turn around and start talking again. Once outside the store she turns and tries to speak but Edgar silences her with a wave of his hand and yells "I SAID GO!" Tears flowing from her eyes she runs back to her car only she didn't make it. Not halfway across the street a car hits his brakes hard causing them to screech, but not before his car made contact with Miss Plenty's body.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH"

"OH MY GOD"

"SOMEONE CALL 911"

"HELP HER DAMMIT DON'T JUST STAND AROUND LOOKING"

So many voices flooded the streets around Miss Plenty's body now lying lifeless on the street.

Edgar in shock stares blankly at the scene. Only to be abruptly brought out of it by a bystander yelling at him to call 911. He snaps out of it and rushes to the phone.

"911 what is your emergency?" Answered a 911 operator.

"Someone has been ran over by a car! Hurry I think she's dying!" Edgar said frantically.

"Sir what is your name? Tell me your address." She asked.

"She didn't pick me it was a tumor she lied. She lied all these years it wasn't real." Edgar spoke quietly

"I'm sorry sir repeat that. What is your address?" She asked again.

"She didn't pick me. I never get picked." He said louder now.

"sir your address ple-"

Edgar hung up the phone and said "Now neither will she."