Laughing Jack

Chapter 12

I was still awake when Jack tossed me onto the couch. He didn't know that, though. He thought that I was completely oblivious to the world because I was asleep. I wish I was. He took out a piece of what seemed to be flesh from his pocket and... ate it. I couldn't move, so I just had to lie there, staring at him while he ate that disgusting piece of meat. I closed my eyes with the image stuck in my head. He got off of the couch and went upstairs. I could move again, so I slowly got up and went into the washroom. I spit into the toilet repeatedly just to make sure that I didn't have a "surprise barfy joyride" later. I didn't flush the toilet because it would've alerted Jack that I was awake. Tiptoeing, I slowly made my way back to the couch, layed down again, and fell asleep. Jack woke me up the next morning by plugging my nose and covering my mouth. "*SNNNX* GRUNT... HUEE! *COUGH COUGHCOUGHCOUGHGASPCOUGHCOUGH* WHAT THE HECK?!?!? WHY DID YOU-MMPHMMPPH!" He looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Because I can." I looked at him with an annoyed face but I couldn't help myself. I bursted with laughter. "Pffch... Pfahahahaha! Hehehe! Haaa..." We both smiled at each other and chatted for a while. I actually LIKED this guy. A crazed lunatic that I was friends with. Now I was certain that I was crazy. "Jack, um... are we... friends?" I hesitantly asked. He gave me a friendly look before answering. "But of course, Rosalynn! At first I was going to murder you and use your guts as decorations for the carnival, but now you're going to be my guest of honor AND my assistant!" "...Carnival? What car- WAIT WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO USE MY GUTS AS DECORATIONS?!?!" Jack gave me a 'what the heck' kind of look before he opened his mouth. "The carnival that I have twice every year for a week! Duuhh! Haven't you ever seen it around town?" "Now that I think about it... Yeah... Yeah. I have seen a black and white carnival around here." "That's the one!" He exclaimed excitedly. "So... are you gonna be my assistant or what?" I thought about it a bit before answering. "I... Sure, what the heck! Let's do this thing!" He had an almost animalistic look in his eyes. "GREAT! See ya there!" "Wait, what? You can't just leave me here al-" Before I could finish he puffed up into smoke and flew away. Now I was a bit annoyed. I felt my face grow warm with anxiety. I felt like vomiting! I quickly and instinctively covered my mouth and ran to the toilet. I felt the vomit ride up my throat as I gagged and leaned over the porcelain throne. Why was I doing this? Why was I helping a lunatic with his sick sociopathic fantasies? I just don't understand.