She Doesn't Like The Colors

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January 4th, xxxx 

Listening is like a knife. It's a sense. Sharpening that sense makes it easier to use. I can see and hear everything that goes on in my house, despite my disability. Jasmine, the maid that was hired maybe three or four months ago, oh what a shame. She earned Associates in Medicine only leading her life up to cleaning an old ladies mansion and fucking everyone inside of it. I'm luckily the only one she didn't screw. Thank goodness, I don't need some sexual parasite screwing up my body along with other disorders and diseases. Just another thing to add onto my long list of things that are wrong with me. I fear that she will use her talents in medicine for something more dangerous in the future. All that knowledge buried away, only to be dug up for something sinister. Even if she tries to poison me for the obvious, my son, Allistar,  will take the fall. Even though i've never laid my eyes on him, I know he's smart and sophisticated. He would do anything to help his mother, even sacrifice his life. Unlike the other deadbeat I unfortunately have to call my younger boy. His name was Chad. His father picked the name. And like his father, he was weak. He loved to explore and venture, even since his young years. Little Chad liked to go to places he wasn't allowed in, touched things not belonging to him, search for items only a myth holds. A myth holds nothing but lies.

I knew i'd have a problem with him. 

But I had to let him go on and grow up, hoping and praying that he would be of some use to me. Over the years, I've asked Allistar to ween Chad into his right mind. But year after year, all I would ask of Chad is to go left, but he wanted to go right. The older he got, the more stubborn he became. The more places he explored, the more curious he got. That curiosity turned him into a crazed man. His mind was so warped that he defied me, his own mother. Chad was the bad apple, which was all he really needed ironically to turn him around. I made him my food taste tester, which put the previous tester to another job. As there were many empty slots he could choose from at the time. With the timing correct, Chad had his last sip of the apple cider. I must give Auora credit, but she should know by now these walls have become thin with age. She had a wonderful set of devious plans masked in my food. Her motive was simple, much like others i've stumbled into along the way in my lifetime. All she focused on was the riches. How people jump into these situations so carelessly still questions me to this day. 

She was the the secondary chef in the household, but sadly perished in the food locker underneath the kitchen itself. No one uses the food locker much, as it's only purpose is for valuable cuisine's and ingredients, and most of the supply fits into the huge kitchen. In no means do I want to make her death a laughing matter, but I briefly remember her stating her disinterest for wine. Which happens to be what she slipped on. From what I've heard, her head was the first to make contact with the cement grounds. No one found her until 17 days after the incident. By then, she bled out from the gash in her head. Oh, that poor girl. She had just got engaged and she dropped her ring into the drain of some sink. All of this information was provided by the big mouth of the staff, Gerald. He was a server and cannot hold his tongue to save his life. For the seven or so years he's labored, the only good thing he could serve consistently on a daily basis was slander. He'd die blabbering over Christine and Joshua screwing in the broom closet after hours. Even if the knife would turn and twist inside him, pronouncing him dead, he would somehow find a way to finish his story. That little bugger is persistent. 

And frankly, I believe he's gay.

(To be continued..)