Love Kills

I'm Going Slightly Mad

George clenched his fist tightly around the small piece of paper, like he always did when He or She upset him, something that happened quite often. He didn't like living here, in this spaceship where he so clearly didn't belong. It was like George was living in a dream where he was doing nothing, but walking around in a haze and sleeping. He wanted to wake up so he could be back with his mother and his sister instead of these people that kept upsetting him like She did now by looking at his eyes, forcing him to look to the ground. What had he ever done to upset Her? Why would She force this upon him?

"Please stop looking at me," George said quietly, feeling the anger boiling in his blood and rushing through his body.

"I was not looking at you dear," She exclaimed.

"You are lying. You are all lying! Plotting against me is what you are doing. Don't think I do not notice! You were looking at me!" George knew he was overreacting while he was saying the words. He was going slightly mad and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was like the wave that had held him under water and in a dream for so long was finally building up to a wave, spilling out of him and waking him up from this nightmare.

"Hey, don't call her a liar!" He said harshly and stepping towards George in a threatening manner.

"Darling, it's okay. Just drop it please," She hushed, sending a quick, frightened glance at George.

"No, he should show some respect! After all that we've done for him-"

"I should show respect? Excuse you, I am respectful. I am always respectful," George cried out. His whole body was trembling now and he felt dizzy.

"You are the ones always abusing me!" How could they not see this? They had to know how much they hurt when, always saying sorry and asking him how he was.

She looked as if he had just hit her, her face in shock and tears welling up in her eyes. Maybe he would hit her. She would deserve it, the bitch.

What an awfully scary thoughts to have, George thought to himself. My thoughts are really mean.

"George, I am so sorry, I never meant to-" She said with a shaky voice.

"SHUT UP! SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!" Nevermind his thoughts being mean if she was even meaner! How could she do this to him right now? She needed to be quiet! He needed her to be quiet!

"Hey!" He stepped towards George with big steps.

"Don't you dare speak to my wife like that! Don't you see that you upset her? What is wrong with you?" His voice was strong. Harsh. Angry. A voice meant to frighten George, but even though George was scared out of his mind, he was even more frustrated and angry, like a wild animal backed up into a corner where the only thing existing is the body's fight or flight response.

George was so angry that he could, he could, he did not know what he could do. His vision was blurry, yet he was strangely aware of his senses. He heard his heart beating the blood through his body, saw a piece of egg yolk stuck in His beard and had a taste of iron in his mouth. It was like the second before the bomb went off was in slow-motion. Then George exploded, the wave flowing out of him.

"There is nothing wrong with me!" He cried out. "Excuse you, there is nothing wrong with me! Don't tell me there is something wrong with me!"

He continued walking towards George, who was backed up into a corner and so he could not flight. There was really one thing to do, so George grabbed a bottle from the kitchen counter behind him and pushed Him away with the bottle. He did not back away, so George pushed him more, desperate to get him away.

Finally, He was being still and quiet, laying down to sleep. There was glass shattered on the floor around his head.

However, She was making so much noise now that it was hurting him and making him sick, so he pushed Her away as well and then the room was quiet and George was finally alone, but it was sad to be alone as well, even though it was more good than sad, and he was sitting on the floor and he did not want to get any red on him but there was a lot of red and he was sick but he did not want to get sick on him either but he could not get up because there was too much of everything and so he laid down on the floor, pulled his arms around his knees and closed his eyes.

George had once seen a picture of him when he was in his mother's belly. It was a very peaceful picture, he seemed really happy floating around in her belly. He had been laying like he was laying now, and everything had been warm and quiet and comfortable and he did not have to worry about things, because his mother's belly had protected him from any people upsetting him. George sobbed as he laid there on the floor, wishing he could be a baby again and have his mother protect him from bad people. He felt like a little baby, crying for his mommy when things got hard. What did he do when Annie was sobbing? Usually, hug her and sing for her.

"When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night. When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in a garden under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer." George felt his breath calming down and he was not shaking so much anymore.

"When the moon found the sun he looked like he was barely hanging on, but her eyes saved his life in the middle of summer."

When George opened his eyes he was laying in the sick and the red. His fist was clenched, and his fingers were stiff and a bit sore. When he opened his fist. he found a note with his sister's address on it.

George got up, walked to the bathtub, turned on the taps, undressed and laid down in the steaming water. He liked bathtubs. He liked being covered in water; it calmed him down and gave him the chance to think things through. He was a serial killer now, he knew that much. He had been childish to call it red when he knew most people describe it as blood. When people lost a lot of blood, they died. The police would lock him up if they found out what he had done. They would put him in jail and he would never see his sister or his mother again. I have to run away!

He could never live without his sister, so he would go to Alaska to find her. Had he not always dreamt about the two of them living on their own? The main problem was getting to Alaska. He could try to hitchhike there. George had never hitchhiked before, but he thought it would not be too difficult. The problem was that he had to hurry; the cops would soon find the bodies of Him and Her and figure out what a terrible thing he had done. They would realize that he was going to find his sister and warn the people she was living with.

The best thing would be if he found somebody that would drive him all the way to Alaska, then he might be fast enough, but who would drive all the way there? This was when a thought struck George. It was a terrible thought and should never have occurred to such a young mind, but, as George thought, he was already a serial killer and serial killers continue the killing. That is what serial killers did on TV and if they did not continue killing, why was capital punishment or prison necessary? Therefore George got the idea to hitchhike only to threaten to kill the driver, to make him drive all the way to Alaska. If the driver refused he would have to kill him, steal the car and drive to Alaska himself, but as he had never driven a car, George found it best to try and threaten a driver first. Feeling better about his situation already, George quickly got out of the bathtub and got himself ready for his journey.