Some people

A Story by Lucifuge

I woke up and my head and hands were numb. It was freezing, the heater didnt work and i sat on the side of the bed with the duvet i never liked. There was no light in the room so i felt around, found my lighter and lit it. On the duvet was some blood and i knew i had been ill again or killed somebody. That was a sad thought. My legs felt numb too and i wondered if i had a stroke in my sleep. This was unlikely. I felt thirsty and got up to put on the light. There was someone on the floor but i could hear them wheezing and snoring so i had not hurt them. It was a young man with curls falling over his face and i woke him roughly. He looked afraid so i stopped shaking and asked him about drink. His keys had been lost he said and i had let him stay. This tired me, everything here seemed to be about keys. I went into the kitchen where there was whiskey. The young man followed, said he was cold and could he have some.

I told him to f**k off and go back to sleep. There was no reason to be pleasant. He bored me and i hoped if i was rude enough he would kill me. After waiting a few minutes and drinking, i missed him and went to the room. He was over at the window and said it was snowing. This bored me too and i told him so. He seemed happy about that and asked for a drink again. I held the bottle and poured some into his mouth. We were friends now and i really hoped he would die so i could carry him into the street and tell them all how close we had been. We looked at the snow and sang a little song about snow, he was a better singer and i felt tired again. The whiskey was good, i told him we would never be like this again and when he left i gave him the bloody duvet.