Alone

Alone - Chapter Two, Justifying Murder

They were bad people, very bad people. Mean, bad people who didn’t care about him. He thrashed his fists on the wall, then quickly stopped, remembering the fuss the interfering neighbours had made last time he lost his temper. He had tried to help them, to be friendly. They weren’t friendly. No one was. Geoffrey was his friend though, his one true friend. Maybe they were jealous of Geoffrey.

The toy turtle that was Geoffrey hung from the key chain slipped onto his thumb. He wore Geoffrey as others might wear jewellery, but Geoffrey was better than any piece of cold metal. Being roughly a quarter the size of the palm of his hand, Geoffrey could be concealed within his clenched fist. Geoffrey had always been there for him, unlike the scum that shunned him, the miserable and pitiful masses. Closing his eyes, he clutched Geoffrey in his hand, calming himself down and allowing a smile to build on his lips. At the point at which it reached his eyes, the smile turned into a demonic grin, revealing the yellowed teeth embedded in his gums.

His day job was no fun, but last night had been. He thought maybe he had found a hobby, before returning to reminisce on the previous night. Yes, lots and lots of fun for all the family. We had the mummy, the daddy and the fat kid at last night’s party. Briefly, the grin slipped into a frown.

“But they weren’t wearing a party outfit!” He shouted out before realising his mistake and slapping himself across the mouth with Geoffrey.

It was a lovely dinner party though, including some fairly heavy-duty cutlery. It was a shame he had had to improvise on the courses being served, as no one had the decency to bring their own food. But he had seen to it that they all got fed, yes, he had.

Still grinning, he now realised how many bad people there were out there right now, being miserable and thinking horrible thoughts about him. What had previously been a motion of swaying from side to side now turned into a frenzied hopping from one foot to the other. He knew what to do to them now. He could give them something to be really miserable about. After all, revenge is a dish best served. He wasn’t fussy about the temperature.