The Fight Between True Love

The bluE cAr

The othER mans POV

I lifted my movable slab of meat over the neon yellow tape that burned into my viewholes  the tape read in capital letters "DO NOT ENTER" I didn't remember it from my time as a prisoner there, however I couldn't remember anything before June 23, 2009. I smiled as I recognized a familiar sign that my brother had made. His massive hand made it impossible to hold the object known as a pen, so written in his own blood in grotesquely large handwriting said "DO noot entrE orr yoo wil suffr thee conseQueNcees" I waddled past the sign knocking it over with my weight and I heard the memorable creak as I ripped the door off its hinges. The dirt-ground creaked under my weight alerting my presence to everyone here. I pushed past the bodies blocking me from my old haven where I spent my time before I knew of the disgustingly grand palace that my family would soon inherit. We used to call this room the kitchen. Sadly, we knew not then what we know now, this is far too small for a kitchen. Imagine it! Only three refrigerators!!!!

Anyways, I wandered on, pausing only to fall onto the desolate ground in a puddle of my tears, sweat, and ketchup that had been spilled many years ago. I rolled dramatically and cried about my horrendous life for 37 hours straight before I looked toward my cavern, memories flooding within me of the beautiful shrine that housed my lumbering figure. I looked toward my ancient mattress and vessel holder with fond memories of caressing the singular porcelain doll head. But alas, it had been destroyed many years ago by my own weight. I then turn my tyrannous flesh head, and lay my luscious eyes on the one thing my life was, and always will be, based upon. My shrine. It Twas no average shrine, as this one was centred on a certain car no others would likely notice, or care about in their short useless lifetimes. But I was no average person, and I knew the hidden meaning behind his hard, soulful life. The blue car, he was me, and I was him. I made out silently with the picture of him that lay longingly on top of my shrine, for a short 6 hours, about 66 less than I would averagely. Whilst doing so I hear a deafening crash from the sustenance room, and decide to investigate this conundrum. I begin to waddle downstairs, and find myself lodged in the door frame, during this session I find myself questioning my life sporadically. Once breaking through the unbreakable barrier, I began to see a large mass of flesh that had been the cause of the disturbance. As I looked closer, my impossibly small mind began to fully grasp the situation before me. Because this wasn't any mass of flesh its features were remarkably similar to those that I recognized. And then I realized the impossible truth, for the mass had one name, it was...........................................................................................ME. But then I had a vague memory from my childhood, in which I recognized a different, although very similar to the first, mass of flesh. I then began to understand the impossible truth, for there, in my very own sustenance room, stood...............................................................my brother.