SOMEONE IS INSIDE MY GRAVE
Episode 11: SKIN BURN
Dead bodies, rag-dolls, knives, dogs, toys, kids. I have to pack up. I still haven’t gotten the verification message. They have to confirm it. I have a long journey ahead. Still no response from anyone. Smell. Ugly smell. Skin burn. It’s red and swelling. Time is 3 AM. It’s late. Too late for the job. The final job.
Guns, toys, cameras, tools and some pencils. I still have a long way to go. Alone and depressed. I want to meet him. I want him soon. I can’t resist. The frying pan is really dirty. My bad breath. My skin burn. I can’t make dinner. Never. I have my bag-pack where I have to put the most important things for this job. Just waiting for the call. His call. Time is 3:09 AM.
Potatoes, scissors, toys, biscuits, phonographs, rubber-bands and papers. What are those things for? Only biscuits are eatable. Not potatoes. They aren’t even cooked. And I don’t wanna cook. I don’t want my skin to burn. I am not wearing a watch.
Socks, pills, bags, brushes, CDs, devices and stupid dolls. They gave me these. I don’t need them. I just need some relaxing time. They told me to wait for a person. Someone might come to join me. This job is a two person job or more. I don’t want this. I don’t want to. I am a party animal. Night is young. I want party. PAAAAARTYYYYYYY! I am horny. I need sex. Drugs!!! Bitches. They let my skin burn. They let me suffer. This is disgusting. I know that I am doing this for money, but what is the need for this much torture? Time: 3:17 AM.
Fish sticks, teddy bears, books and I don’t know what. It’s hot in here. My skin is burning. I need hairspray. I can’t go out. I am depressed. Antisocial. Scared of humans. I am human too. But still, I am scared of them. Maybe hate them. I know that someone is coming for me, but I don’t know how to greet. Can’t browse internet. There are catfish all around the internet. Where is my snail? Time is bad.
Bicycles, tube lights, binoculars, clothes, glasses, charcoal, pillows, boxes, watches, tapes, sandals, buttons, mobiles, lamps and what not, but I don’t even have any bullshit toys. I am better than others. I am stronger. I will kill most of them and I am confident about it. I will torture them. I will burn their skins. The rain doesn’t stop and I don’t have any umbrella. Guess, I am better off without an umbrella. Ring the bell. Kill the Phil. Hang the dell. Hill… I have to complete the lyrics. Revolver. Oh, without blood. Let’s feed it. It’s not a game. Life is. Time? I don’t need time. I am thinking about my ex-wife, my kids, my old man, my co-workers. Let’s kill them all.
Acid bottles, gloves, razors, cats, toys, and some old men. We are the other half. I just got a message from boss. I am just going to send it to my partner. We are going to a place. Far from here. One of us has to burn their skin. This is really important. Otherwise no money at all. Money, its really important paper to live for. Without it, there is no life. No Love. No World. So we are going to be late. That’s the accurate time for our task.
Swords, toys, stands, wrenches and pens. We were together all the time but not right now. I am going to meet her soon. I miss her. I love her. My clothes are all cleaned up. Ironed. I don’t want her skin to burn but it’s really necessary, they told me so. I am going to be ready soon. Just waiting for their signal. The ring from the telephone. They told me they’ll call me anytime after 3.
Tomatoes, saws, toys, cassettes, erasers and files. I am hungry. But I got things to do. I woke up recently and there is a burn on my skin. I wonder why? Maybe they told me something I don’t remember. I have to feed my fishes. But I am hungry. I need to eat those. Let the fishes die. I don’t wanna die. Without feeding myself I can’t go out. I have to pick that son of a gun. I don’t want to spend more time here.
Handkerchiefs, jars of poison, toys, paint bottles, keyboards and tablets. The world is crazy but I am not. I am so decent. I feel so comfortable lying on the grass. The snow. The sky. The beautiful people. The street lights. The roads. The cars are coming towards me. I think they are coming. Coming to pick me up. Coming to burn my skin. Then I will be going to pick up a person. It’s time.
Shrimps, teabags, barbie dolls, notebooks, love letters and bed sheets. Now I have put those ashes on my skin. They want my skin to burn. So be it. My time has come.
Bikes, fans, microscopes, shirts, lenses, crayons, bed sheets, containers, wall clocks, boards, slippers, switches, telephones, candles, fishes, spider-man toys and I have lots of time, a lot of it. I am having lots of things today. Not only today, but I am collecting them my whole life. Not because I want to use those, but to give those. To all of the people. All of my recruits. All the people who I wanted to kill are already dead. I wanted to rule the world and this is what I get? SKIN BURN…?