He just got back from football practice, significantly sweatier than when he’d left for school. He got in the shower, changed, then called his new girlfriend. He is not doing his homework, just looking at something on his phone.
Meanwhile, I watch all throughout it, as usual, though this is not going to be ‘usual’ anymore; it will never happen again. Provided that I complete the job I was sent to do, I’m allowed to have fun, to some extent. Her greatness would punish me dearly, and would revel in it as well, I am certain. I know it for a fact, actually.
Despite this, I also know it’s been too long, far too long, and I can’t contain myself anymore. I will go insane. I think I already am. It’s been 6,205 days. I know what eternity implies, yet I will never know what to compare it to, for it’s been this way ever since I can remember. I am sure, though, that it greatly compares to this seemingly eternal torture.
Such a monotone life can give no pleasure to me, no enjoyment, for this reason, I will become the enjoyment, make it so that it is entertaining, indeed, he will be entertained until his last breath. With this said, I am decided, finally, I will end this today. I will end him today.
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“This is log #6205. Nothing has changed. He is still a jock.17 years old, 5’8 ft, though his new girlfriend’s name is Jessica,” he read with a dumbfounded expression, “His parents are out for the weekend; therefore, he is home alone… Is he?” He scoffed out loud, clearly, this is a silly joke his friends thought would be funny.
Consequently, to show that he’s not the type of guy to fall for a prank, he’d love to put the book aside and ignore it in favor of scrolling through social media like he was before, however he can’t help but pick up the mysterious book. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a little sneak peak, so he decided to flip through it. Suddenly, the lights started flickering, not unlike his eyes that flickered through the book as well.
He instantly focused on every word that seemed to jump out of the pages in short anecdotes marked by date and number, recounting countless experiences he had never once confided to anyone. He turned to the last couple of pages and found today's date; in particular, he found an unknown force writing about a young boy in the semi-dark of his messy room, black book in hand and…
In a flash, the window bursted open. He looked down at the book and found that what just happened was not only already written down without a pen in sight, but also written long ago, on a page previous to the one he had opened, truly leaving him confused. How had the book known that he would be left shivering from the night cold?
Nevertheless, it was already written on the dark, broken pages of the half-empty book which were slowly dissolving… wait, dissolving? He flicked to the end of the book and found every page ripped out from start to finish; furthermore, he only managed to read something about a boy named Oliver gasping as he felt a knife in his… the paper was violently ripped out, evidently leaving one last page, which was slowly being written on in thick, red liquid, which assimilated… blood. “Nice to finally meet you in person, Oliver.” it read.
The book closed shut on its own, unmistakably showing the front cover, then, even in the dark, the image of a dead, dismantled body with bones and blood seeping out of what was once clearly flesh, was clear enough in his eyes. He recognized that body, he had lived in it for 17 years, as it happens, it was him on the cover. He gasped when he felt someone's breath on the back of his neck without warning, making goosebumps appear on his skin; in addition to an unbearably painful turn in his gut, as if someone was twisting a knife in his…
By Sofía Lencioni. Step 9
