S.I.C.K.

S.I.C.K.

A Story by J.benjamin Rose
"

Hopeless, an Israeli boy begins his descent.

"

So, I choose Kelevra.

 

Even I have fallen victim to myself, first and last.

I remember the moment in question while she screams into my ear. It is something to remind her she exists. I hear it no more than I do her breath on my neck.

I wish I cared, I truly do.

Instead, I stand no more than necessary and punch her squarely in the face. She is stunned and silly looking as blood gushes from her nose and lips. She crab walks from the wall and stands.

A word is scraped into the side of my coffee table, "Kelevra."

And I feel something break my scalp.

 

The first thing i smell, my first awareness, is the odor of piss.

My hair is wet and the cops are laughing.

"See if he ever hits her again."

I realize quickly, he is not referring to the urine in my hair, he's speaking of the bone jutting from my forearm and whatever is inhibiting the natural working order of my left eye.

I'm naked but for my new bruises, ornate cuts and scars of an especially decorative christmas past.

It is the robe of madness

the mask of psychotic delight. 

"Chuck, CHUCK! Look at this fuckers back. Holeeee sheeee-it."

"Yeah, I seen it" he sounds bored.

"Hey, HEY! HEY F****R! Who done that!? You do that!? HUH!?! HUH!? You do that to yerself f****r!?"

I don't respond so he sticks his foot through the bars and taps the bone.

The pain floods my body

and just before I pass out,

I cum.

He vomits for annotations' sake

and I laugh my way into another dream.

 

Paul, did you write this?

Paul, did you write this?

 

I understand the question, of course I do even if it is in English, but I don't want to answer.

I could say I found it but she would say it is my handwriting.

This would be accompanied by her reaching for another selection from my notebook and holding them aloft, side by side.

She would feel smart and i wouldnt have to speak for awhile.

Seems to me that's all adults really want; to remind you they are smarter than you, can control you if necessary, flew their superiority. Once you are reminded, you are free to go, I know what you're up to buddy, ok now off you go to kill a few more kittens or masturbate while slapping a stapler against your chest.

 

Paul, I'm worried about you, we're all worried about you.

Paul? Paul, are you listening to me?

 

Tapping my foot, I glance at her.

 

Paul, what are we to make of this?

Paul?

 

I push my my foot deeper into my shoe. I hate hearing my name.

 

Paul? Paul, are you ok?

 

I stare at my shoe and consider slapping her across the face with the tack-filled bloody sock residing therein.

 

Paul? Talk to me. Tell me what's happeneing, what are you thinking... please?

 

I want to but she is ill equipt.

We both are.

 

So, I choose Kelevra

and I am filled with fear.

© 2008 J.benjamin Rose


Author's Note

J.benjamin Rose
Kelevra is a Hebrew word.

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I looked up Kelevra, bad dog? Hmmm. This story intrigued me in many many ways. It is brutal but not sickening. It seems disassociated which is, I am sure what you intended, by the first few lines:

"I remember the moment in question while she screams into my ear. It is something to remind her she exists. I hear it no more than I do her breath on my neck.

I wish I cared, I truly do."

It like being inside the mind of a mad man (or a bad dog); fascinating but somewhat eerie. It ties together very nicely and leaves me wanting more. I am off to read more of your stories, for you have intrigued me and that's hard to do.



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I looked up Kelevra, bad dog? Hmmm. This story intrigued me in many many ways. It is brutal but not sickening. It seems disassociated which is, I am sure what you intended, by the first few lines:

"I remember the moment in question while she screams into my ear. It is something to remind her she exists. I hear it no more than I do her breath on my neck.

I wish I cared, I truly do."

It like being inside the mind of a mad man (or a bad dog); fascinating but somewhat eerie. It ties together very nicely and leaves me wanting more. I am off to read more of your stories, for you have intrigued me and that's hard to do.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is very well written I thought that with the little description you have in this piece, you have so much lol... I will deffinatly have to read the part 2-4 you have up here some time, when i'm not sitting on my bed getting a little cold and tired but yeah... lol.... You good sir are a very talented person, I can't wait to read more of your work :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow... I figure there will be more to this. Very nice. I like the shady terms on which you begin your stories. You have unmeasurable talent, my friend. :) Paul is my bestie, and he doesn't even exist... lol
KH

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Born In Alabama, I have traveled through fourteen countries, been shot, had bombs explode around me, been divorced, have a son by a wonderful person (and excellent writer) and had hundreds of jobs.. more..

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