Unravel : The Death Pill

A Peculiar Dream

Sunday, May 15th

Everything was dull, as I glared at every angle it always seems blurry, I was sitting on this brawny log by the pond, suddenly a familiar face showed up.

A statuesque man, about 30 years of age. With brownish skin, cerulean eyes, and a smile that couldn't be drawn just like the "Mona Lisa", having shady hair that matches with his fabricated clothes, an ideal man mostly for girls.

I saw him uttered some words but I couldn't hear them.

"What?" I shouted

without hesitation, he pulled a gun out of nowhere, a revolver, exactly like the ones you always see on movies. My heart started beating faster, adrenaline rushed all over my body. I wanted to move but my body was hefty, it's like I was duck taped a thousand times on a chair. My heart stopped for a second, there was no chance of escaping. But one thing surely struck my mind. So this is the feeling you get when death knocks on your front door.

Bang!...

My vision turned dark, everything began to fell down, and suddenly I heard voices reverberating in my head.

"Mr. Sins wake up!"

My nerves suddenly awoke to the blistering sound of my heartbeat. I glared at the left side of my bed. There lies my morning pale coffee paired up with a piece of bread and butter on a platter. With a sigh of relief, I inhaled the fresh morning air coming from the breeze of the ocean by my window.

"Having that same dream again Mr. Sins?" Alfred asked.

Alfred Mathers, my butler that had been serving me for 30 straight years, or should I say, the only one that's left that I can call family. He had this peculiar mustache that I seemed find to be humoristic. He still got the looks and posture of a fancy butler in spite of being 15 years older than me.

Then there's me, Marshall Sins, 55 years of age, strong enough to stand with both legs for an hour, a down-and-out, decrepit man who can't even carry his own handbag. Never been married nor got attached to a lady. Although I got the looks back then, women never really intrigue me.

I'm not homo by the way. It's just that I used to be a workaholic. All day, weekend till holidays I had work till my last breathe. Money was the only thing that kept me going. "Money rules" that was my motto for life. I had lived on to that till I earned my respect. Became the head of the company that suffice the needs of the country I'm livin up till now. Earned millions of dollars and began living the wheel-heeled life. But that didn't stop me from what I really wanted. In my 40's I've doubled up my efforts and hard work, poured all my spirit and energy in becoming opulent than I can be. Till I stopped and got stuck to what I am now.

Instead of facing leaders from around the world, all I see are my medications, from the clicking sounds of keyboards and machines at my prodigious office down to the beeping sound of the ECG machine being monitored by Alfred from day to night.

"Hey Alfred." I uttered

"Yes Mr. Sins?" replied Alfred as he took some balmy water and handed me my morning pills.

"What does it felt like to be happy?" I asked

"I don't know sir, in my case serving you makes me jubilant." Alfred replied with a quirky smile.

"Well,*gulp*, the only thing that makes me laugh is that sally mustache of yours." I chuckled silently seeing Alfred's virgin face.

"Should I take that as a compliment sir?"