Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28476010-20160516194609

James Herring. That's me. I'm a 19-year old loner. I only have contact with three people in this world: my mother, my counselor, and my friend, Stacey. I don't have any siblings, and my father died two years ago. I don't have nor have I ever had a relationship. I've never even been on a date. I don't have a job, but I do have money. When my father died, he left me  quite a large sum of money. I live in an apartment, where I spend most of my time just watching tv or listening to music or stuff like that. A lot of times I just stare at the wall, hoping that something great will happen. It never does. Every day is the same routine. I go to school and then I come back to my apartment. I have brown hair, blue eyes. I'm 5'10 and I weigh 120 pounds. I wear glasses. I'm not exactly a hunk. I don't consider myself to be anything sexy. I don't think anyone else does either. People probably look at me and think "God, what a nerd." But they're all pricks. I don't talk to that many people. Most people scare me. It's like they're all watching me. They can tell that I'm different. I'm sure of that. Oh yeah, I'm gay. Only two people know. My mother doesn't even know, or at least I haven't told her. Most people would probably think that my life sucks, and that's because it pretty much does. Welcome to my pathetic life. ***   It was Monday, 6:00 am. I knew that I had to get up and get ready for school. My first class is at 8:00. I just wanted to lie here in bed and play with myself. I have an erection. I always do when I wake up. Finally, I took my hand out of my underwear and got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and urinated. I then began to masturbate, as I do every morning. I usually masturbate to pictures of actors like Matt Damon or Paul Walker, or to porn. I love porn. Not this morning, though. I thought about this guy who's in my history class. His first name is Brad. I'm not sure what his last name is. I've never met him of course. Brad has blonde hair. He's average height and I'd say he weighs about 140 pounds. He looks like he could be a model. I've seen him in shorts before. He has nice legs. Hairy legs. I like that. I like hair. I hate it when guys shave any part of their body other than their face. Body hair turns me on. I always use lotion when I masturbate. That makes it feel really good. While I masturbated, I fantasized about Brad. I thought about kissing him. Touching him. Undressing him. I then imagined that we were having sex. I wished that it were real. I don't think that I will ever actually have sex. Of course I want to, though. It's just that I don't think that I'll ever meet anyone who would want to do it with me. I'm 19 years old and I'm still a virgin. I'm sure a lot of people would laugh if they knew. Then again, people can probably tell just by looking at me. Still masturbating, I felt an orgasm coming on. I always cum. I don't think that there is any reason to masturbate unless you have an orgasm. I don't care if it takes twenty minutes, I'm not going to stop jerking off until I have my orgasm. Then it happened. I came. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I then took a shower. I like taking hot showers. I like to feel the hot water wash over my naked body. When I was finished taking my shower, I dried off and got dressed for school. About twenty minutes later, I left my apartment. I took the bus to school, as I always do. On the bus, I sat next to a young blonde woman. A lot of men would probably think of her as sexy. She was wearing a nurses' uniform. Nurse: Hi. My name is Mandy. I just looked at her. Something about her made me nervous. She looked like one of those porn stars. She even talked like a porn star. I bet she used to be a porn star, I thought snidely. Mandy: I said, "Hi, my name is Mandy." Didn't you hear me? James: I'm James. Mandy: James... that's a nice name. I once had a boyfriend named James. He was great in bed. I bet you are, too. James: I wouldn't know. Mandy: So you're a virgin. I like virgins. Listen, I just got off work. I work at the hospital... the night shift. Why don't you come home with me. My boyfriend likes virgins, too. He'll like you. He likes boys and girls. He has a huge cock... nine inches. What do you say? I felt her hand on my crotch. I felt very uncomfortable. I removed her hand. She just laughed. Mandy: Playing hard to get, huh. I like that. James: I have school. Mandy: That's too bad. We could have a lot of fun. ***   Now, I'm in history class. I sit staring at Brad. He's so sexy. He has great lips. Oh, how I would love to kiss them. I would love to kiss him all over his body. I watched as he took notes. He looked so cute, hunched over in his seat writing in his notebook. After class, I spotted Brad standing in the hall. He was standing at the water fountain, drinking. He was alone. This was a perfect opportunity to walk over and talk to him. My knees were shaking. I felt like I might faint. When Brad was done drinking water, I walked over to him. He noticed me. I looked into his eyes, which were green. I then opened my mouth to speak to him. Before I could say a word, a beautiful brunette walked over and wrapped her arms around Brad. I recognized her from my english class. Her name is Heather, I think. Yes, Heather. Heather: Hey, baby. Are we still on for tonight? Brad: You bet we are. Can't wait. Heather: Neither can I. Brad: My roommate is going to be gone all night, so you can stay over if you want. Heather: Allright. See you tonight. I watched as Heather grabbed Brad and began kissing him. I felt tears form in my eyes. I couldn't believe this. Every time I fall for a guy, he always turns out to be straight. Worse yet, he always has a girlfriend. A girlfriend who's pretty. A girlfriend who's pretty and has big breasts. How could I compete with that? When Heather and Brad were done making out, Heather walked away. She glanced back and smiled at Brad. He smiled back. Brad then turned and saw me standing there watching him. Our eyes met. I got nervous, so nervous that I dropped all of my books. Brad walked over as I reached down and began retrieving my books. Brad: Here, let me help you. Brad reached down and grabbed one of my notebooks. To my embarrassment, a picture fell out of the notebook. It was a picture of a naked man that I had printed off the internet earlier. Brad picked up the picture and looked at it, then he looked at me. I was so embarrassed that I ran off, Brad still holding my notebook and the picture. ***   Later that day, I sat in Dr. Carter's office. He's my counselor. I had been seeing Dr. Carter for about two years, ever since my father passed away. I was in his office for maybe about thirty minutes, when he asked the question. Dr. Carter: So, have you talked to the guy yet? What's his name, again? James: Brad. Dr. Carter: Oh, right. Brad. James: I bumped into him at school today. Dr. Carter: And? James: He has a girlfriend. I saw them kissing. They were all over each other. It was absolutely revolting. Dr. Carter: So, how did that make you feel? James: Like crap. Dr. Carter: That's understandable. Have you met him yet? James: No. I don't think that I can. I mean, what's the point. He has a girlfriend. That means he's straight, right. Dr. Carter: Not exactly. That's not the point anyway. Would it hurt you to just be friends with the guy? James: No, but I'd rather be his lover. I'm just afraid that it's never going to happen, you know. I'm afraid that I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my miserable life. I mean, I'm 19 years old. Time is running out, right. Dr. Carter: No, you still have a while yet. Now, if you're 20 and still single, then time will be running out. James: But that's only one more year. Dr. Carter: James, I was kidding. James: Oh, that's funny. Dr. Carter: Listen, why don't you just speak to Brad the next time you see him. James: What would I say? Dr. Carter: Well, you could say "Hi, I'm James. Can we go somewhere and have sex?" James: Okay, I can do that. Dr. Carter: I was kidding again. James: I knew that. Dr. Carter: Our session is up. When would you like to see me again? James: Can I see you next Monday? Dr. Carter: Sure, I think that I can pencil you in. Is 3:00 okay. James: Yeah, that's okay. Dr. Carter: Then I'll see you on Monday. ***   After my session with Dr. Carter, I went to Old Navy clothing store. I went there to look for a few shirts because I needed some new clothes, but something caught my eye. Something that made me stop dead in my tracks. It was a mannequin. A male mannequin. The mannequin had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was fitted with a dark blue shirt and a pair of khaki's. He looked so life-like. He was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Even more beautiful than Brad. I gently began touching the mannequin. I began to shake. It was the most exciting thing that I had ever felt. It felt so real, even though I was really just touching plastic. I know this might seem strange, but I think that I'm in love. In love with a mannequin. I gazed around the store to make sure that no one was looking. I quickly grabbed hold of the mannequin and picked him up. I was surprised at how light he felt in my arms. I once again let my eyes wander around the store. Still, no one was looking in my direction. With the mannequin held tightly in my arms, I walked out of Old Navy. While I was exiting the store, I heard a female employee shouting after me. Employee: Hey, you can't take that out of here. Come back here with that mannequin. I took the bus home, bringing the mannequin along with me. I like taking the bus for the same reason that a lot of people don't. I get to meet a lot of interesting people. Sure, some of them don't know how to shut up, but I always learn something. This time, I wasn't sitting next to a slutty nurse, but an old black lady. She introduced herself as Mrs. Alma Booker, but insisted that I call her Pussy. She claimed that Pussy was her nickname back in the sixties, when she was a stripper. Pussy: So, what's up with the mannequin? James: Uh, I can't tell you. Pussy: Don't be ashamed, boy. I used to experiment when I was in college, too. Only I did it with real people. Women, men, you name it I did it. James: That's very interesting, Pussy. Pussy: I guess kids today are just into some weird shit. My grandson is into tying people up. I know this because I caught him in the act one time. And I have a neighbor who has sex with farm animals, or at least that's what people say. I don't understand any of that shit. James: Me neither, Pussy. ***   Back at my apartment, I laid the mannequin down on my bed. I just stood there and looked at him for about five minutes. I was completely in awe of him. James: Words just can't explain. You're beautiful, you know that. You are an extraordinary piece of work. The mannequin just looked back at me lifelessly, mainly because it was lifeless. I was basically interacting with something that wasn't real, something that wasn't human. But it felt more right and more real than anything else that I had ever known. James: I think I'll call you Adam. Do you like that name? You look like an Adam. I wish you were real, I really do. Then we could be lovers. Would you like that? Of course Adam didn't respond, but for some reason I expected him to. Maybe I'm crazy, but I did expect this mannequin to actually talk to me like he was a real person. I sat on my bed, next to Adam. I took off my shoes and socks. I then took off my glasses. I then stood up from my bed and took off all of my clothes. Naked, I walked over to the foot of my bed, so that I was standing directly in front of Adam. I began touching myself. I let my hand glide over my smooth chest and then I let my hand drop to my penis. I began masturbating in front of Adam. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Well, unless you count my cousin, Josh. But that was a long time ago. This was much better. Much more exciting. While I was masturbating, I imagined that Adam was real. I imagined that he was really watching me masturbate and that he was enjoying every second of it. I stopped masturbating. I climbed into bed and removed all of Adam's clothes. I then got on top on Adam. I began kissing him, and thrusting into him. It was like we were having sex. Even though Adam wasn't real, it felt so real. I felt like I wasn't a virgin anymore. I actually had an orgasm, while on top of this piece of plastic. But this piece of plastic was more beautiful and more arousing to me than anyone that I had ever seen. A few minutes later, I got ready for bed. James: Goodnight, Adam. I gave Adam a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Then I said a prayer, aloud. James: Thank you God for this day. And thank you for keeping me safe. And thank you God for Adam and for bringing him into my life. Please God watch over me and Adam. God, thank you again for Adam. Amen. After I said my prayer, I turned out the light. I felt safer than I had ever felt before, because I had Adam to keep me safe. I slept all night with Adam in my arms. It felt like Heaven. I think that it was. ***   I woke up the next morning, with Adam still in my arms. I kissed him on the mouth and then I began touching him. James: Good morning, Adam. Did you sleep well? I know that I did. And it's all because of you. A few minutes later, I was taking a shower. I had brought Adam into the shower with me. I wanted him to watch me take a shower. I wanted him to watch me as I rubbed the bar of soap all over my body. While I was bathing, I imagined that the bar of soap was Adam. I imagined that he was bathing me. When I slid the bar of soap into my buttcrack, I pretended that it was Adam's hand and it was exploring me. I had an orgasm at the thought. When I was done with my shower, I dried off. I dried off Adam as well. Then I dressed both of us. About ten minutes later, I was ready to go to school. I laid Adam down on my bed and told him goodbye. James: Bye, Adam. I'll be back after school. You just wait right here, okay. I'll be back before you know it. Then we can spend a lot of time together. All the time that you want, just you and me. I kissed Adam on the mouth and left my apartment. I really wanted to stay in the apartment with Adam and just hold him and kiss him, but I couldn't. I had to go school. I had to go to school and be around real people. People who weren't mannequins. People who I didn't care about. On the bus, I sat next to a black drag queen. The drag queen referred to himself / herself as Delicious. She / he then asked me what my name was. James: I'm James. Delicious: Oooh, James. James, who are you in love with this morning? James: How... how did you know? Delicious: Delicious knows everything, honey. You can't get anything past me. I am one clairvoyant drag queen. James: His name is Adam. I just met him yesterday. Delicious: Details, please. James: Well, he has blonde hair and blue eyes. He's tall and he has a great body. He's really cute. He's the nicest guy that I've ever met. He doesn't talk back or hurt my feelings. Delicious: Well, he just sounds absolutely delicious. Tell him that Delicious says "hi." And give him a kiss for me, okay. James: Allright. ***   I was getting ready to walk into my math class, when I spotted Brad. He saw me as well. Before I could hurry into the classroom, he grabbed me by the arm. Brad: Hey, James. I've got your notebook. Brad handed me my notebook. I looked up at him, not really knowing what to say. I remembered the embarassing situation yesterday. James: Thanks. Brad: Don't mention it. Listen, are you doing anything tonight? James: No, not that I can think of. Brad: Well, there's a movie playing at the cinema tonight for one night only. It's called MAKE YOU BLEED. It's a horror movie and my girlfriend hates horror movies. So, I was wondering if you would like to come. James: Sure, I love horror movies. I just have one question. Brad: What's that? James: Why are you asking me? Brad: Well, I've seen you around. You don't appear to have any friends or at least you don't here at school. I can be your friend. I'm a nice guy and I think that we can have a lot of fun together, if that's okay with you. James: Okay. Brad: The movie starts at 7:00 and I get off work at 6:00. I work at Blockbuster Video. Meet me there. James: Okay. Brad: I'll see you then, James. I watched as Brad walked away. He had a nice butt. I enjoyed watching him walk. When he was out of view, I entered my math class. I spent the whole class thinking about Brad and Adam. I felt wrong for thinking about Brad. What would Adam think if he knew that I was thinking of another guy? Then I remembered that Adam was just a mannequin. I do love Adam, though. After class, I took the bus ride home. I sat next to a man who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He had long brown hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while. He had a beard and his clothes were covered in some red substance. It could've been ketchup, but judging by the looks of the guy it could've also been blood. He was also holding a paper bag. He claimed that his name was Charles Manson. James: Charles Manson? Were you named after the serial killer? Charles: No, I was named after Charles Manson the opera singer. Of course I was named after the serial killer. So, you in school? James: I'm in college. Charles: Cool. I went to college for a while. That was before I chopped up my family and put them down in the basement. James: You're kidding, right? Charles: Do I look like I'm kidding? I want to show you something, kid. Charles pulled open the paper bag. He then put his hand in the bag and looked at me. Charles: Are you ready for this, kid? James: Uh, sure. I didn't know what to expect. This guy was really creeping me out. I was pretty curious to see what he had in that bag, though. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when Charles pulled the "object" out of his bag. It was a young woman's severed head. When Charles saw my terrified reaction, he put the woman's head back in the bag. Charles: So, what do you think? James: That's pretty messed up. Charles: Yeah, I thought you'd like it. Her name was Cindy. I met her in an internet chat room. I arranged for us to meet this morning and I did her then. I chopped her head off with an axe. You should have seen her bleed. It was fuckin' awesome, man. James: You killed her? Charles: Of course. That's what I do. That's about all that I do, really. I haven't got caught yet. I don't intend to, either. James: You're sick. Charles: Well, I guess you could say that I'm a little criminally insane. Hey, the only reason that I'm telling you all of this is because I know that you're a killer too. I can see it in your eyes. James: No, I'm not. Charles: Yes, you are. You just don't know it yet. Maybe you haven't killed anyone yet, but you will. Oh, you will. I predict that you will kill your first victim soon. Real soon. And my predictions are always right. I was relieved when the bus pulled over to my stop. I stood up from my seat. Charles: Hey, James. Maybe we can get together sometime, have some fun if you know what I mean. James: I never told you my name. Charles: I predicted it. I told you that my predictions are always right. ***   When I entered my apartment, I went straight to my bedroom. Adam was lying on my bed, right where I left him. I walked over and sat beside him. I kissed him on the mouth. James: Did you have a good day, Adam? I know that I did. Listen Adam, there's something that I need to tell you. I'm going out tonight with a guy. His name is Brad. Don't be jealous. He's just a friend, or at least I think he is. You know that you're the one that I love, no matter who else I see. You know that, right? I kissed Adam again on the mouth, and I stood up from my bed. I started getting ready to go meet Brad. I took a shower, even though I had just taken one that morning. I changed clothes. When I was done getting ready, I walked into my bedroom and sat beside Adam again. James: I'm fixing to go, Adam. I'll be back in a few hours, okay. I love you. I gave Adam a quick kiss and then I left my apartment. I took the bus to Blockbuster Video. When the bus stopped at Blockbuster, I saw Brad standing outside waiting for me. I walked over to him. Brad: Hey, James. James: Hi. Brad: You'll never believe what happened to me today. James: What? Brad: My boss fired my ass. It's okay, though. I took a piss on his car. It's my little way of getting revenge. James: I'll remember never to make you mad, then. Brad: I don't think that you could make me mad. You don't say enough to make me mad. So, are you ready to go watch people bleed? James: You bet I am. Brad: Okay, then let's go. We went to the theater in Brad's car. He had a really nice car. It was a red convertible. We rode with the top down. It felt nice, the wind in my hair. When we got to the theater, we went inside and got our popcorn and drinks. The movie started at 7:00. It was really gory. About twenty people were killed in the movie. Decapitations and stabbings abounded. When the movie was over, Brad and I walked outside and got in Brad's car. Brad: So, what did you think of the movie? James: I loved it. My favorite part was when that woman was cut in half. Brad: Really? I liked the triple decapitation. That was cool. So, do you want to go back to your apartment? My roommate and his girlfriend are at my apartment. I think they want some privacy. We can just hang out and talk. James: Sure. Brad: Okay, then that's where we'll go. ***   When Brad and I were inside my apartment, I fixed him a glass of water. He had said that he was thirsty. I walked back into the living room and handed him the glass of water. Brad: Thanks. James: You're welcome. Brad: You know, I had a really good time tonight. James: Yeah, me too. Brad: Maybe we can do it again sometime. James: Yes, that would be nice. So, what kind of music do you like? Brad: I like punk, rock, and rap. Shit like that. What about you? James: I like dance and pop mainly. I'm into Madonna, Cher, and Christina Aguilera, and people like that. Brad: So, you like the divas? James: Yeah, I guess you could say that. Brad: I guess that makes you a typical gay male. James: Excuse me. Brad: Listen, I know that you're gay. I saw the picture in your notebook. I also read some of your songs that you wrote in the notebook. I'm sorry, but I'm really nosy. It's my nature. James: That's okay. So are you okay with me being gay? Brad: Absolutely. Actually, that's why I wanted to see you tonight. James: It is? Brad: Well, yeah. Can I tell you something? James: Sure. Brad: When I was in high school, I dated girls. I dated a lot of girls, actually. But I knew that I liked guys too. I just never met any gay people, so I couldn't exactly do anything. Now I've met you. You know that I'm dating Heather, right? James: Yes. Brad: Well, I want you to know that she's just a piece of pussy. Don't get me wrong, it's good pussy. But it's still just pussy. I really want to give guys a try. James: Then why don't you. I grabbed Brad by his face and pulled him to me. I began kissing his lips. His lips were so soft. He was a good kisser. I let my lips wander down to Brad's neck. I kissed, then began licking, his neck. His neck tasted sweet on my tongue. I pulled away from Brad and took off my shirt. Brad smiled at me and then took off his shirt as well. I sat back and looked at Brad's chest. He had hair around his nipples and on his stomach. I moved forward and laid my hands on Brad's chest. I touched him and began playing with his nipples. Brad closed his eyes while I did this. I then began kissing Brad's chest. I licked his nipples, which were now hard and wet. Brad: Oh, yeah. That feels good. I moved away from Brad and looked into his eyes. Brad: Why did you stop? James: Let's go to my room. Brad: What can we do in your room that we can't do out here? James: I want to show you something. It's a surprise. Brad: I hate surprises. James: I think you'll like this. Brad: Sure, why not. Brad and I both stood up from the couch and began walking toward my bedroom door, which was shut. When we reached the door, Brad grabbed my arm. Brad: Hey, there aren't any dead bodies in there is it? James: Of course not, silly. Brad: Good. I already saw enough of those tonight in MAKE YOU BLEED. I grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed my bedroom door open. I then turned on the light. I walked over to my bed and stood next to Adam, motioning to him. James: Surprise. Brad: What the fuck is this? James: This is Adam. He's the love of my life and he's going to be joining us tonight. Brad: You're joking, right? James: No. Why would I be joking? Brad: Because Adam, as you call him, is a fucking mannequin. He isn't real. James: Don't talk about Adam like that. You'll hurt his feelings. Brad: Look, I think I'm going to leave. This is some freaky shit. This is even too freaky for me. You're weird. James: No, don't go. I want you to stay. Adam wants you to stay. So just stay, okay. We can have a lot of fun, just the three of us. Brad: Right. Listen, I'm going to tell you something and don't take this the wrong way. I think you're fucking insane. You need to get professional help, immediately. Brad left my bedroom. I turned to Adam. James: I'm sorry, Adam. I'm sorry if he hurt your feelings. He didn't mean it. At least I don't think he did. Do you think that he meant it? Oh, you do think that he meant it. What do you think that I should do about it, Adam? About a minute later, I walked into the kitchen and pulled a large butcher knife off of the counter. I then walked into the living room. Brad was putting on his shirt. He looked up and saw me standing there. Brad: What do you want? James: Adam doesn't like you. Adam thinks you're really mean. Adam wants you to die. Brad: Oh, yeah. Well, tell Adam to go blow himself. I'm out of here. Brad looked down and he saw the butcher knife that was gripped oh so tightly in my right hand. He then looked back up at me. Brad: What are you going to do with that thing? James: I'm going to make you bleed. I raised the butcher knife and stabbed Brad in the arm. Brad howled in pain as he stumbled to the floor, holding on to his bleeding arm. I then got down on my knees and started stabbing Brad in the chest repeatedly, until I was sure that he was dead. Brad was lying sprawled out on my floor, dead in a dark pool of his blood. I was covered in his blood, as well. It was all over my face, my chest, and my jeans. I stood up and looked down at Brad's dead body. Several questions began surfacing in my head. Why did I do this? Why did I kill Brad? I'm not a killer. Or am I? Maybe Charles was right. Maybe I am a killer. Then, I wondered why I was thinking like this. I knew why I killed Brad. I killed him because of Adam. I killed him for Adam. I did it because I love Adam and I would do anything for him, even commit murder. James: Brad, why did you have to be so mean? Why did you have to say those hurtful things about Adam? If you would've just played nice, then this whole thing could have been easily avoided. I grabbed Brad by his feet and dragged his dead body into my bedroom. I opened my closet and stuffed him in there. I then walked back into the living room and mopped up all of Brad's blood. When I was done with that, I took a shower. I washed all of the blood and gore off of my body. After the shower, I returned to my bedroom and climbed into bed. I took Adam into my arms. James: I did it Adam. I killed him, just like you wanted me to. You would have been so proud of me. There was a lot of blood. You should have been there. You should have seen it. I kissed Adam and turned off my light. A few minutes later, I heard movement coming from inside my closet. I turned on my light and looked toward the closet. At first, I didn't know what it could've possibly been. Then I remembered that I had stored Brad's body in there. Could Brad still be alive? No, that's ridiculous. I must've stabbed him ten times. At least ten times. He couldn't be alive. He couldn't be. I got out of bed and walked over to my closet. The noise inside the closet continued. I stood there for about a minute, wondering if I should open my closet. Finally, I pushed the closet door open. I didn't have time to move. Brad came running out of the closet and tackled me to the floor. He wrapped his hands around my neck, apparently intending to strangle me. Brad: Did you really think that you could kill me? Huh, did you? You can't do anything right. Did you actually think that you could commit murder? Now, you die. I felt myself dying under Brad's grasp. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see a thing. My vision was completely blurry. ***   I woke up, my clothes soaked with sweat. It was just a dream. Just a horrible dream. I turned on my light and walked over to the closet. I looked inside my closet to find Brad's dead body sitting up against the wall. I was relieved that he was dead, but something didn't sit right with me. Was I going to have nightmares like this every night? What am I going to do? How am I going to get rid of Brad's body? These questions were just a few that troubled me. I couldn't go back to sleep, not after the nightmare. I showered and got ready to go to school, even though I didn't have to leave for another few hours. I then went back into my room and lied down beside Adam. I just stared at the wall until it was time to go school, thinking about what I had done the night before. I was thinking about what I had done to Brad. I felt guilty. So very guilty. I told Adam goodbye and left for school. On the bus, I sat by myself. I just felt like being alone this morning. When I got to school, I saw my friend, Stacey. Stacey and I stood outside and talked for a few minutes, before we had to go to our first class. Stacey is one of the few people who know that I'm gay. It's just her and Dr. Carter. And Adam, of course. Stacey: Do you want to do something tonight? James: No. I've got plans. Stacey: Oh, yeah. Who's the lucky guy? James: What makes you think that a guy is involved? Stacey: I don't know. Woman's intuition, I guess. James: His name's Adam. I met him at Old Navy a couple of days ago. Stacey: Is he cute? James: He's the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen. Words cannot describe him. Stacey: Wow, this sounds really serious. James: We're in love. We're living together in my apartment. Stacey: You just met the guy two days ago, and he's already staying with you? James: What can I say? We're soulmates. In a way, he has saved my life. Stacey: So, when can I meet this knight in shining armor? James: Anytime. I do have to warn you, though. He's really shy. He doesn't talk too much. He only talks to me, actually. Stacey: I like the strong, silent type. Maybe I'll come by this afternoon. James: He'll be there. Stacey: Allright. It's time for class. We should get inside. I went to my english class. I have english with Mr. Berk, who's bald and in his sixties. Everyone calls him Mr. Jerk behind his back. He's the biggest asshole on the face of the planet. Trust me, he is. Mr. Berk: Good morning, class. I have your papers graded. I'm going to hand them out right now. All but one of you passed. Oh, how I hate giving passing grades. You're all so stupid that you all deserve to fail, but sometimes I can be nice. Sometimes. Mr. Berk began handing out the papers. For the paper, we had to write about who we were. I wrote that I was gay, among other things. I'm trying to come out to more people. I'm tired of keeping who I am a big secret. When Mr. Berk gave me my paper, I was expecting an A or at least a B. I mean, he told us that if we wrote the paper that we would get a passing grade. I was absolutely shocked to see that I got an F on the paper. I sat through the rest of the class confused as to how I got an F.   When class was over, I approached Mr. Berk. I deserved an explanation for why I made such a poor grade on my paper. James: Mr. Berk, why did I get an F on this paper? I worked really hard. Mr. Berk: Mr. Herring, you got an F because you are an F. James: What? James: Let me break that sentence down for you so that you can understand, you're so stupid. You got an F because you're a fag. It's that simple. I'd suggest that you drop this course immediately, or you'll fail. Do I make myself clear? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt all kinds of rage building up inside of me. I was furious. Mr. Jerk, I mean Mr. Berk had to be stopped. James: Listen to me, you old bastard. You cannot do that. I do not deserve an F on that paper. Now give me the grade that I do deserve, or things are going to have to get ugly. Mr. Berk: Mr. Herring, you are absolutely right. You don't deserve an F. What you do deserve is to get AIDS and die. Now, please leave this classroom this instant. Just the sight of you makes me sick to my stomach. That made me even more angry. I grabbed a large pair of scissors off of Mr. Berk's desk. I slowly walked toward Mr. Berk, taking small steps. Mr. Berk: What are you going to do, Mr. Herring? Are you going to kill me? You don't have the guts. James: Oh, yes I do. I took the scissors and I stabbed Mr. Berk in the stomach with them. Bright red blood oozed from Mr. Berk's stomach, as well as from his mouth. I let go of the scissors and watched as Mr. Berk's dead body sagged to the floor in a pool of blood. James: Goodbye, Mr. Jerk. Class is dismissed. I noticed that my hands were covered in Mr. Berk's blood. I wiped my hands on my face, my shirt, and on my jeans. I then left the classroom. I decided to skip the rest of my classes for the day. After all, I had blood all over me. People would know that I'm the one who killed Mr. Berk. And people couldn't know. I couldn't go to jail. I couldn't be taken away from Adam. He needs me. And I need him. On the bus, people kept staring at me as if I had just committed a murder. Of course I had just committed a murder, but they didn't have to look at me like that. I guess they had never seen a guy covered with blood before. I was sitting next to an old man. He didn't give me his name and I didn't ask, mainly because I didn't care. Old Man: What the hell happened to you, Sonny? James: I was in a fight. Old Man: Well, it sure looks like you got your ass kicked. I suggest taking karate. That'll better help you to defend yourself. James: Hey, why don't you mind your own business? Old Man: Oh, don't be so damn touchy. You kids have such attitude problems these days. You remind me of my grandson. He's in jail for robbery. Can you believe that? Damn punk. ***   When I was back in my apartment, I cleaned myself up. I showered and changed clothes. I then went to my bedroom and sat on my bed next to Adam. James: Guess what, Adam. I killed someone today. My english teacher. I stabbed him in the stomach with these big scissors he had on his desk. He deserved it, though. My conversation with Adam was interrupted by a knock at my door. I stood up from my bed and left my bedroom. I then opened my door to find Stacey standing there, a big smile on her face. Stacey: Hey, Casanova. So, is Adam here? James: Yeah, come in. Stacey walked into my apartment and I shut the door. James: Listen, have you heard anything about Mr. Berk? Stacey: No. Why? James: Because I killed him this morning. Stacey: What? James, you're talking crazy. I just spoke to Mr. Berk about thirty minutes ago. He's alive and well. Besides, I don't think Mr. Berk can die. We're not that lucky. James: That's impossible. Are you sure it was him? Stacey: Believe me, James. It was him. Only Mr. Berk is mean enough to tell me that I'm fat. I mean, I'm practically anorexic. I'm like one of those supermodels who starve themselves. James: I know, Stacey. I can see that for myself, but we have bigger things to worry about. Stacey: James, are you okay? You look really pale. Maybe you should sit down or something. James: No. I'm fine. I'm just really confused. I know that I killed Mr. Berk. I know that I did and I can prove it. Stacey: James, this isn't People's Court. You don't have to prove anything. James: When I got back to my apartment, I took off my clothes. Stacey: That's sounds really nice, James. However, it doesn't prove anything. I'm sure a lot of people take off their clothes when they get home. James: You didn't let me finish, you ditz. There was blood all over my clothes. The clothes are still on the floor in the bathroom. I can show you. Stacey: Well, you better. My day won't be complete until I see your dirty clothes. I walked into my bathroom, Stacey behind me. I spotted the clothes on the floor. I picked up the clothes and surveyed them. I couldn't believe it. The blood was gone. There wasn't a single drop of blood on the clothes. I then sniffed the clothes. The clothes smelled fresh, as if they had just been washed. I let the clothes fall to the floor. James: I do not believe this. What is going on? Stacey: I don't know, but your bathroom is lovely. James: Thanks. Now can you tell me what's going on? Stacey: Well, there are three possibilities. The first possibility is that you just had a dream, or something like that. James: That's impossible. I didn't have no dream. Stacey: Let me finish. James: Okay, sorry. Stacey: The second possibility is that you're psycho and you need to be put out of your misery. And finally, we could just be in some weird episode of the Twilight Zone, which would be so cool. James: This might sound strange, but I think there's a better chance of us being in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I know that I couldn't have dreamed it and I know that I'm not crazy. It was too real. Stacey: But I was just kidding about the Twilight Zone thing. Have you been drinking? Are you high? Is there something that you would like to tell me? James: Stop acting like my mother. You know that it creeps me out when you do that. Stacey: Sorry. Sometimes I just get carried away. James: Look, I know that I killed Mr. Berk. Wait, I also killed Brad. His body is in my closet. I can show you. Stacey: Who the hell is Brad? Oh, please tell me that you didn't kill Brad Pitt. Because last year I made a bet with Jennifer Todd that I would be able to still him from Jennifer Anniston. I don't want to lose. James: No, I didn't kill Brad Pitt. Stacey: Good. I still have a chance to make him mine. James: Brad is some guy that I went out with last night. He's in my history class. Or at least he was in my history class, before I murdered him and stuffed his body in my closet. Stacey: You went out with Brad last night? Is Adam okay with this? James: Adam's a mannequin. He'll get over it. Stacey: Adam's a mannequin? Okay, James. I definitely think that you've gone over to the bad place. Maybe you should talk to my dad. He's not a psychiatrist, but he's close. He's a plastic surgeon. James: Uh, maybe later. Right now, I want to show you Brad's body. I'm going to prove that I'm a killer. Stacey: Wow, while millions of murderers are in a hurry to prove their innocence, you're in a hurry to prove that your guilty. You're one in a million. You're no O.J. Simpson, that's for sure. James: Can I just show you the body now? I'm not getting any younger. Stacey: Aye Aye, Captain In my bedroom, I was getting ready to open my closet when Stacey tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and looked at Stacey. James: What? Stacey: Is there any blood on the body? James: Of course. I killed the guy with a knife. Stacey: So I guess I'll be skipping lunch today. I was about to open my closet again when I once more felt a tap on my shoulder. I didn't even bother turning around this time. James: What now? Stacey: Was this Brad guy cute? James: What difference does it make? Stacey: I would just like to know before I see the poor guy's corpse. James: Yes, he was cute. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone out with him. Stacey: If he was cute, then why'd you kill him. James: Can I please just show you the body now? Stacey: You're the boss. A few seconds later, Stacey and I were peering into my closet. I couldn't believe what wasn't there. James: I'm not believing this. The body... it's gone. What is going on here? Stacey: Coming up next on Matlock, it's The Case of The Missing Body. Will the mystery be solved? James: Can't you just be serious for once? Stacey: Oh, a little comedy never hurt anybody. Well, unless you've seen any of Pauly Shore's movies. I walked over to my bed and sat beside Adam. James: Adam, did you do something with the body? Did you move it? Stacey: Uh, get a grip James. You're talking to a life-size doll. James: You don't understand. No one understands. Adam and me... we communicate. Stacey: Wow. This is like a really bad episode of Ripley's Believe It or Not. Hey, did you watch it last night? James: What? Stacey: Ripley's Believe It Or Not. James: You know I don't watch that crap. Stacey: Well, on last night's show there was a man who could fart the alphabet. It was very informative. James: That's very interesting... not. Both Stacey and I jumped as we heard a noise coming from my bathroom. We looked in the direction of my bathroom. Stacey: What's that sound? James: I don't know, but it sounds like my shower. Stacey: Wow. I wish I had an apartment like yours. You have a shower that starts on its own. James: Get real. There's someone in there. Someone's in the shower. Stacey: Well, who could it be? James: I don't know, but we're about to find out. Stacey: I hope it's a guy. I hope he's hot. I hope he has a cute butt. James: Just come on. I grabbed Stacey by the arm and we began walking toward the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I pulled the shower curtain open to reveal... Brad. His body was lying in the shower. He was completely clothed, and soaking wet from the shower. I reached over and turned off the shower. I then looked at Brad's dead body, wondering how it got into my shower. James: I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Stacey: Me neither. Why would you kill someone who looks so yummy? Before I could answer Stacey, Brad sat up in the shower. Stacey began screaming. I just stood there frozen, not believing what I saw. James: No way. I killed you. You can't be alive. Brad: Yes, you did kill me. But I came back to kill you. Brad stood up and got out of the shower. Both Stacey and I ran out of the bathroom. I shut the bathroom door behind me. We ran into the living room. James: Hey, maybe you should leave. Things are crazy here. Stacey: That's the understatement of the year. Well, I've had fun. We should do this more often. James: How about tomorrow? Stacey: I'll call you later to see if you're still alive. James: Thanks. Stacey: Well, I've gotta go anyway. I have a date with Ashton Kutcher. James: How can you have a date with Ashton Kutcher? You don't even know him. Stacey: No, but I have his poster. James: Just get out of here. Stacey left, and I shut my door. I walked into my kitchen and grabbed a knife off of the counter. I then walked into the bathroom and was shocked to find that Brad wasn't there. James: Where'd he go? I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the sound of my phone ringing. I walked into my living room, the knife still in my hand, and picked up the receiver. James: Hello. All I could hear was silence on the other line. Finally, I heard a voice. It was cold and gravely. It was a man's voice. Caller: Is Brad there? James: I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number. Caller: Is Brad there? James: I already told you. There is nobody here by the name of Brad. Caller: Oh, I think there is. James: Who is this? Caller: I think Brad is there. Why don't you let me speak to him? James: Look, I don't know who you are... but you better leave me alone. Caller: Don't you remember, James? James: How do you know my name? Caller: Don't you remember? Don't you remember what you did last night? I do. James: I don't know what you're talking about. Caller: Let me refresh your memory. You murdered Brad in your apartment. With a knife. You stabbed him over and over again. And by the looks of it, you enjoyed it. James: Okay, who is this? Caller: I can see you, James. I can see Brad, too. James: Yeah, right. And just what is Brad doing? Caller: He's standing right behind you. I let the receiver fall to the floor and I turned around to see Brad standing there. He was holding a large axe. He walked toward me, the axe gripped in his hand. When he was standing right in front of me, he flashed me a smile. Only it wasn't the way that he had smiled before. It was demonic, like he was possessed. Brad: Heads up. Brad lifted the axe and aimed it at my head. Before he could chop my head off, Brad vanished. He vanished into thin air. I noticed that I was sweating and breathing heavily. I could hear the voice again. I looked down and realized that it was coming from my phone. I forgot that I didn't hang up. I reached down and grabbed the phone. James: Hello. Caller: Were you scared? Nevermind, I could tell that you were. James: I don't know who you are, but you're sick. What is going on? Caller: You tell me. Oh, I almost forgot. There's a surprise for you in your closet. I hope you enjoy it. Bye, bye. When I heard the dial tone, I laid the phone down on my sofa. I then walked into my bedroom. I saw a dark pool of blood outside my closet. I walked over and opened my closet. I gasped in horror as I saw Stacey's dead body sitting up in my closet. Her throat had been slit. Her eyes were shut. All of a sudden, her eyes popped open. I jumped back, nearly stumbling. Stacey: Why'd you kill me, James? I thought that we were friends. I watched in horror as Stacey's mouth opened wide. A large rat emerged from her mouth. I had seen enough. I shut the closet door and noticed that there was a message written on the door, in all capital letters. It was written in blood. It said: YOU KILLED HER I was confused. Then I looked at the knife that was gripped in my right hand. It was stained with fresh blood. I killed Stacey. However, I had no recollection of it. I slid the knife into my pants pocket and sat down on my bed. I pulled Adam to me. James: Adam, I'm scared. I need you. I don't know what's going on. Do you? I heard a knock at my door. I got up and walked into my living room. I opened my door to see my mother standing there. She was holding two large suitcases. I just looked at her, not knowing what to think. Mother: Well, aren't you going to let me in? James: Sure, Mom. Come in. My mother walked into my apartment and sat her suitcases down on the floor. I closed my door and walked over to stand beside my mother. James: So, what are you doing here? Mother: You'll never believe what happened to me last night. James: You were abducted by aliens. Mother: No, that was last week. I was robbed. James: No... are you okay? Mother: I'll live. The bastard stole the tv, the stereo, and some of my jewelry. He even stole my Eminem CD, which I listened to religiously. James: Well, what's with the suitcases? Mother: I thought that I would stay here for a few days. James: Can't you stay with Aunt Agnus? Mother: No. The last time I stayed with her, she kept me awake all night with her moaning and groaning. I swear, aging has done nothing to slow down her sex life. James: Mom, I don't want to hear about Aunt Agnus' sex life. Mother: Well, that's good because I don't want to talk about it. Let's go sit on the sofa and chat. My mother and I sat down on my sofa. She then began gossiping like she always does. Mother: Did you hear about Sam Walker? James: Nope. Mother: He was arrested for having sex with a minor. Can you believe that? He's 61 years old and doing the nasty with a 17 year old. I mean, why can't he find someone his own age... like me, for instance. I sure could use a good hump. James: Mom, that's a little too much information. Mother: I can't help it. I miss sex. And I miss your father, God rest his miserable soul. James: I'm sure he misses us, too. Mother: Oh, please. The only thing that man misses is his beer and cigarettes. That's what killed him, you know. James: You don't know that. Mother: Oh, yes I do. You know what? I'm thinking about moving out of that house. I mean, I've been living there for twenty years and all of my neighbors are damn retards. Well, they aren't exactly retarded. They're just stupid. They're big stupid idiots, that's what they are. James: That's nice, Mom. Mother: And now, I've been robbed. I just wouldn't feel safe anymore. Maybe I could move in with you. We could be roomies. James: That's real funny. You know you should be a stand-up comedian. Mother: You think so? Did you hear about Cindy Jenkins? James: Mom, how could I? I live 200 miles from home. Nobody here even knows who Cindy Jenkins is. Mother: Oh, well I'll tell you the whole story. She got a boob job, as if she needed one. Her tits were already bigger than Pamela Anderson's to begin with. Now the things are so big, that they'd probably explode if you touched them. James: That's really something. Mother: And Todd Morgan has a new girlfriend. James: But I thought that he was married. Mother: He is, but that devil couldn't be faithful if his life depended on it. And his girlfriend is so ugly that she makes Janet Reno look like Britney Spears. James: Ouch. I'm going to go to my room for a minute. I'll be right back. Mother: Okay, but don't stay gone too long. I want to tell you about Paula Rutherford. She just gave birth to twins and her husband just found out that he isn't the father. James: I can't wait to hear all about it. I walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed next to Adam. James: Adam, my mother's here. I really want to tell her about us. Do you think that I should? A couple of minutes later, I was back in the living room sitting on the sofa with my mother. James: Mom, there's something that I should tell you. Mother: I know. You're gay. James: How... How'd you know? Mother: I found the gay porn in your bedroom last year. James: But I put it in the one place that I thought you wouldn't look. Mother: I'm a mother. I look everywhere. So, are you seeing anyone? James: Actually, I am. His name is Adam. Mother: Oh, I see. Is he hung like a horse? James: Not exactly. Mother: Is he a good piece of ass? James: Mom, I'm really uncomfortable with you talking like that. Mother: I'm 59 years old. I can say whatever I damn well please. James: I'm sorry, Mom, but I really have to do this. I pulled the knife out of my pants pocket. I saw the look of terror and confusion on my mother's face as she saw the knife. Mother: James, what are you doing? What are you doing with that knife? James: This'll only take a second. I pointed the knife at my mother's chest. Right before the knife could connect with her flesh, I pulled the knife away. I stood up, still holding the knife. My mother continued to sit on the sofa, obviously shocked that her son had almost stabbed her. James: I can't. I can't do it. Mother: James, what is going on? James: Nothing... just stay away from me. I ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I sat down on my bed right next to Adam. James: I couldn't do it, Adam. I couldn't kill my mother. Then Adam talked to me, just as he had been doing the whole time. Adam: But I thought you loved me, James. James: I do, but I also love my mother. I can't kill anymore. It's not who I am. It's who you want me to be. Adam: But all you need is me. I'm the only one who loves you. James: Maybe that's true, but I just can't keep on killing people. Eventually, I'm going to get caught anyway. Then we won't be able to be together anymore. Adam: Give me the knife, James. I looked down at the knife that I was holding. Then I gave it to Adam. That's the last thing that I can remember. ***   My vision was blurry. I couldn't see a thing at first. It seemed like it had been an eternity since I had almost killed my mother. As my vision came back, I saw my mother standing over me. I was lying in a bed. A hospital bed. I was wearing a hospital gown. I was confused as to what I was doing here. Why was I in the hospital? Mother: Honey, come here. He's awake. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my father standing there beside my mother. Father: He is awake. I knew that he would eventually pull through. I just knew it. James: What's going on? Why am I here? Mother: Oh, he's talking. It's a miracle. James: Dad, what are you doing here? You're dead. Father: He's still a little groggy, though. Mother: Well, it has been two years. Two long years since it happened. James: Two years? Two years since what? Mother: Two years since your accident. James: What accident? What happened? I don't understand. Father: You were in a car accident. It was you and Adam. James: Adam? Father: Yes. Honey, I'm sorry, but Adam didn't make it. He died in the accident. Mother: We thought you were dead too, but here you are two years later. It's a miracle from God. James: Who was Adam? Father: You mean, you don't remember? Mother: He was only your best friend. You were friends since kindergarten. Father: Maybe James here has amnesia. Mother: You know, you were supposed to graduate this year. James: College? Mother: No, silly. High school. James: But... but I already graduated high school. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I glanced over as a nurse entered my room. I couldn't believe it. The nurse was Stacey. James: Hey, Stacey. It's you. Stacey: Yes. Did we know each other? James: Don't you remember? We were best friends, until I killed you at least. Stacey: You're just a little disoriented. That's normal for someone who has just come out of a coma. Well, I'll come back to check on you in about an hour. I can't believe you're awake. You've been here forever. Stacey left the room, followed by my parents. I just lied there for a few minutes and I felt like I might fall asleep, then he walked in. It was Adam. I knew it. Only he wasn't a mannequin. He was the real thing. He was real. He was human. Adam: Hi, James. I can't believe you're still alive. James: Adam? They said that you died in the accident... two years ago. Adam: I know. They're lying, James. Your parents just made it look like an accident to keep us apart. They're evil. You have to believe me. James: But it doesn't make sense. None of this makes any kind of sense. Adam: Maybe this will make sense. Adam walked over to my hospital bed. He took me in his arms and began kissing me. His kisses were so deep and passionate. I had never felt so good, so alive. When the kiss was over, I looked up to see that Adam was gone. He was no longer in my room. He was nowhere. James: Adam? My parents stepped back into my room. I got out of my hospital bed and stood up. I felt weak and I had to grab on to the bed to support myself. Mother: James, what are you doing? James: I have to get out of here. Father: Oh, no you don't. You'll ruin everything. James: Good. I hope that I do. There never was an accident, was there? Mother: What are you talking about? James: Adam was here. He told me everything. Father: Adam's dead. We already told you. Now, get back in bed. You don't have enough strength to be walking around. I didn't listen. I walked toward the door and peered out into the hall. Before I could walk out into the hall, I heard my mother's voice. Mother: James, you come back here right now. Or I'll rip your heart out. I turned around to see my parents, both holding large bloody butcher knives. I turned back around and walked out into the hall, ignoring my mother's orders. When I was in the hall, I noticed that I was no longer wearing a hospital gown. I was wearing a pair of jeans. That's all that I was wearing was a pair of jeans. I didn't know what was going on. It was like I was in some weird alternate universe. That was what I was thinking, when I felt it. It was wet and I was standing in it. I looked down to see that I was knee-deep in a large pool of blood. Blood was everywhere. The hall was covered in it. The walls and the ceiling were also smeared with blood. I jumped back when I saw a young man's severed head floating in the river of blood. I recognized that it was Brad's head that I was staring at. I jumped back once more as Brad's eyes began moving. He then spoke. This was too weird, I thought. Brad: Hi there, James. Why don't you take off your pants. I give great head. I turned away from Brad's head. The blood was so deep that I couldn't walk in the stuff, so I had to swim in it. I swam until I came to a door. There was a bloody message written on the door, in all capital letters. The message said: COME IN, JAMES. I opened the door and walked in. I noticed the lockers first. It didn't take me long to recognize that I was back in high school. I was back at Anderson High. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see Brian Summers standing there. Brian was one of the guys that made my life a living hell in high school. I always regretted that I never did anything about it. Now was my chance, as Brian walked over and stood right in front of me. Brian: Hey, faggot. Remember me? James: Yes, I remember you asshole. Brian: Ooh, such language. Why don't you just admit it. You're a big sissy. You're nothing but a queer. Admit it. James: Fuck you. I lashed out and kicked Brian in the groin. He howled in pain, as he stumbled to the floor. I grabbed Brian by the collar and pulled him to his feet. I then rammed his face into the wall, over and over again until his face was nothing but a bloody pulp. My fist was covered with Brian's blood. I let Brian's dead body sag to the floor. James: Who's the queer now, bitch? I gasped when I saw three guys standing at the end of the hall. They were Craig Lawrence, Allen Paisley, and Richard Andrews. They had also bullied me in high school. They were jocks. I hated jocks. They all thought that they were so big and strong and better looking than everyone else, and that they could push people around. These guys had to be punished. The guys walked over and stood in front of me, taunting me. They were all holding baseball bats. I knew what they intended to do with them. Craig: Hey guys, look what I found. It's a fag. Richard: Yeah. Let's make this little cocksucker squirm. The guys lifted their baseball bats, ready to beat the crap out of me. I didn't know what to do. I had no weapon. Then out of nowhere, a samurai sword appeared in my right hand. James: Hey, Craig. It looks like you're missing your head. Craig: What are you talking about, sissyboy? James: I'm talking about this. I lifted the sword and cut Craig's head off, which rolled to the floor along with his body. Allen and Richard stood frozen in fear. I then took the sword and sliced it across Allen's waist, cutting him in two. Finally, I swung the sword at Richard's left arm. Richard's severed arm clammered to the floor. Richard howled in pain as blood spurted from the stump where his arm was just seconds earlier. He then fell to the floor, dead. I stood over the three guys that I had just killed. The guys that had mistreated me so badly in high school. James: You shouldn't have messed with me. That's a good way to get yourself killed. I turned to see yet another door with a bloody message, written all in capital letters. This message said: ADAM'S HERE! I walked into the room to find Adam lying in a bed, naked. I immediately got excited. Adam: Come here, James. Lie with me. You know that you want to. I walked over to the bed and lied down next to Adam. I began touching his naked skin. It felt so good on my fingers. James: What's happening, Adam? It's like I'm in some kind of strange dreamworld. Adam: Maybe you are. James: I love you. Adam: I know. I love you, too. Adam reached over and gave me another passionate kiss. When the kiss was over, I backed away from Adam. His naked body was covered in blood. It wasn't so exciting, anymore. James: Adam? Why are you covered in blood? Adam: It doesn't turn you on, James? James: No. Who's blood is it, anyway? Adam: It's yours. You're dead. Look on the floor. You'll see. I sat up and let my eyes wander down to the floor. I saw my corpse. I had been decapitated. My severed head was lying beside my body, along with a bloody axe. Cockroaches and maggots were crawling all over my body. Then it finally hit me. I was dead. ***   It was all just a dream. I woke up to find myself in english class. I had drool all over my mouth. I wiped it away and looked up to see Mr. Berk standing there, watching me. Mr. Berk: Well, I'm so glad that you've decided to wake up. Maybe you should start getting more sleep the night before you come to my class. James: Bite me. I stood up from my desk and ran out of the classroom. I stepped into the men's restroom and began splashing cold water onto my face. When I was done, I turned the water off and looked into the mirror. I jumped back when I saw the bloody message written in all capital letters. The message said: LOOK BEHIND YOU. I turned around and gasped when I saw it. There was a mannequin propped up against the wall in the restroom. The mannequin looked very familiar. Then I remembered. The mannequin looked just like the one that was in my dream. It looked just like... James: Adam? THE END (Author's notes below)  