Alter (Part 5)
Part 5 of my second script adaption.
Please read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4 first.
Alter (Part 5) belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Friends of RedBubble, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Students and Beginners and Welsh Artists (3 per day)I find my tools in the boiler room, which sits abreast the cubical-like toilet of my shitty little house, kept in a large black sports bag caked in dried blood stains. I yank the bag from its spot on the floor and take it through to the kitchen, where I drop it down before kneeling and unzipping it. The sound of the zip tears through my skull like the steel blade of a knife – I grimace briefly before getting back to business.
I rummage through the contents of the bag – spanners, screwdrivers, pliers, a drill hammers, hacksaws, and of course my trusty hatchet.
I pull the hatchet from the bag and hold it in one hand as I look back toward the door that leads to the living room. I think about my girlfriend on the other side of it. I think about all of the memories we’d made over the last few months, memories that I’ll always have but will now forever be tainted by the way she was taken away from me. I think about her smile, her eyes, her hands, her breasts, her soft skin, and how I’ll never experience her touch again. I think about the future, and how she won’t be in it. But I will, and that’s exactly why she has to go. Because I refuse to be punished for a crime that I didn’t commit. This pain is punishment enough.
Suddenly a thought enters my head. The notion that maybe I should be punished. Locked up, away from the world – safer for everyone, including myself. I contemplate this for a few seconds, but before the thought ends I’m already on my feet.
I’m already in the living room. Already dragging my lover’s corpse into the kitchen where the floor is tiled and easier to clean. Already undressing her. Already gazing down at her beautiful face, and her beautiful form one last time. And I’m already hacking away at her limbs with my hatchet, crying as I do so, snot dribbling from my nostrils and entering my mouth, sweat accumulating rapidly on my forehead and face. My stomach turns over and over, my whole body trembles; everything is a blur.
I am numb.
sandra22
....I am numb :))
Great read, and appreciate the links to the previous parts as well :)
sandra
Matt Roberts replied
Kewl :p
kashmirecho
Still loving it! :) My only thought is…wouldn’t the hatchet crack the tile? or maybe not, I guess I don’t really know.
Matt Roberts replied
I haven’t put that much thought into it… I just wanted to incporporate a hatchet as an excuse to buy one :)
autumnwind
Matt, I want more. I am not a fan of gory stuff, but your writing holds me captivated and I love the psychological stuff. There is more, right??? I give you an A+++ so far. You must add more. : )) love, shar xoxoxo
kashmirecho
:) lol That is a great excuse to buy one!
Matt Roberts replied
And so I did :)
bloorain
very interesting.