We're Friends, After All

Another short story. This is one of my favorites I've worked on so far. Enjoy.

Now I know what you might be thinking.

"Ugh, here's another story about someone's bull s**t and I really don't have time for it. I have my own things going on. Why should I care about any of this?"

I'm not going to lie to you.

There is no reason.

There's no reason for any of this.

But, just maybe, if you give me a chance, I'll be able to entertain you for a second.

I mean, I don't know how fast you can read, so I'm not going to give you a time frame on this.

S**t.

Most people probably didn't even give this a second glance.

But just in case you did give me your attention, I'll try and not disappoint you.

We're friends, after all.

And on that note, I'll just go into it.

I was sitting on a park bench, at around noon, one day.

It was a decent day.

Sun shining and all that crap.

Just sitting there, minding my own business.

I didn't think I was disturbing anyone.

Honestly, I didn't want a thing to do with anything.

My days recently, at this point in time, had turned into scenes right out of a bad comedy.

Not to say that I thought anything going on in it was funny.

More or less, I thought it was just a big joke.

Clock in, clock out.

Clock in, clock out.

Anyway, I'm sure you can relate to me.

We're friends, after all.

So I'm just sitting on this normal park bench on this normal day doing a normal thing like normal people do.

All of a sudden a man walks up to me and says something to me.

It was an odd statement.

Something not quite normal.

Something out of place from the normality of my current situation.

Something that would change this normal situation into something not quite so normal.

In fact, I would say what came about from this statement was the opposite of normal.

But I digress.

You're here for something and I should give it to you.

We're friends, after all.

And the line preceeding the preceeding line is just what this man told me.

After this, things go a bit hazy.

I don't remember much of the following hour or so.

All I remember is suddenly losing my vision, liquid pouring from my head, and my body being moved from my current location to several others.

The opening of a door.

The roaring of an engine.

All these things were things I knew, but I couldn't put my finger on why they were there.

These totally normal things in an abnormal situation seemed quite...not normal.

I guess what I'm getting at is that this normal day really wasn't that normal.

I suppose you could say I lied to you.

This story isn't very normal.

But if you're reading this I suppose you aren't very normal, either.

We're friends, after all.

At this point, as you could assume, I'm not feeling very normal.

I can't really remember anything until the point I gained my vision back.

When this happened, my feeling of abnormality doubled.

Maybe tripled.

I don't know.

I was never the best at math.

Anyway, what I saw when I woke up startled me, to say the least.

In front of me was a small television.

Not very startling alone.

But what was on the screen was.

It seemed to be a live video feed from another room in the same building as me.

I only assumed this because the room I saw was nearly identical to the one I was in.

In the center of the room was a girl chained to a chair.

This is when I realized, so was I.

Bound and gagged.

Poor thing couldn't have been older than eighteen. 

But then again, who the f**k can tell these days?

Needless to say, it seemed as if we were in a similar situation, so I empathized with her.

I assumed she could see me on the television in front of her.

I started to gesture toward her as best I could, hoping for some sort of interaction in this isolated room.

She must've noticed.

Her body started to suddenly wretch forward and back as best she could.

It's funny how happy I was when this happened.

Just a few moments ago, I didn't want anything to do with anyone.

Now I'm staring at a stranger on a screen, having a conversation filled with shoulder movements and head nods.

Our own language.

I started to cry and so did she.

Feeling pity for ourselves and each other.

We were friends, now, after all.

Sharing such a precious moment.

Then, something happened in her room.

A door opened.

A person cloaked completely in black approached her.

Fear came with him.

The look on her face.

She just stared at me.

Staring.

Crying.

I couldn't hear anything in her room, but something tells me there was nothing to hear.

He just stood there.

Staring.

Standing.

This went on for, what must have been, five minutes or so.

Another odd thing, then, occured.

Suddenly, there was a swift movement by the cloaked man.

A glint of light.

A shower of blood.

I just sat there.

Staring.

Crying.

My young friend's throat wept its red tears.

I began to struggle against my restraints frantically.

Screamed for help with all my might.

And then I noticed something.

He was just staring at me.

Watching me.

Loving my pain.

He didn't move an inch.

Completely still.

And so I became.

We stared at each other.

Hours must have passed.

Days?

Months?

Years?

I honestly couldn't tell you.

Suddenly, he made a move.

Taking his gaze from me, he walked out of my friend's room and closed the door.

She still remained.

Her head slumped down.

Red stained her clothes.

Her skin.

The floor.

It was everywhere.

I wanted to puke.

I was completely sick to my stomach.

This poor girl.

Who was she?

Why was she here?

Why did she have to die?

So many questions entered my mind.

Then the door behind me opened.

Fear.

He casually walked in front of me and stood there.

Standing.

Staring.

I returned the sentiment.

Darkness.

My head was throbbing.

More doors.

More engines.

"What the f**k is going on?"

Time passed.

I woke up.

"Where am I?"

You won't believe me.

I was there, and I don't believe it.

This b*****d left me on the same park bench I was on when my story first began.

So what did you think?

Pretty nice story, right?

I'm sure you have questions.

Was their a reason for any of it?

Was this killer ever found?

Who was that young girl?

What purpose could any of this have?

The thing is, I don't have any answers.

Thanks for reading, though.

We're friends, after all.

Author's Note

I want the maximum amount of criticism!