Murder at Breakfast

In a world of deception, is the vile innocent, or the innocent vile?

 I’m not going to get caught. Of course not. I know what I’m doing.

Sort of.

Well, either way, I’m not going to jail. I couldn’t stand it in jail. Sure, I’ll be careful. I'm always very careful. Why am I so worried you ask? Because I, Jacob Sico, am and will be forever branded a killer. It was early and I was still half asleep, only a turn away from seeing the digital green numbers that told it was eight ‘clock. There is nothing worse than waking up at eight on a Sunday. Still, I rolled off the bed and put on some clothes. Eventually, I wander into the breakfast room and he was there with his wretched, sarcastic, and cocky smile.

Beady black eyes glared at mine. He wore a plastic mask of happiness, and his shocking blue hair made me cringe. He sat in silence, frozen in a pose like the Mona Lisa in her painting. I took a knife from the counter and I struck at him. It was like a reflex, murdering him. I wasn’t satisfied seeing him fall with a cut on his cheek. His black eyes gave off shock, but his mask was unmoved and his smile still mocked me. I stabbed him… once…twice… After awhile I lost count. When I stopped, I could only stare at the scene. His face was in tatters, not a face at all anymore. Pieces of his body were all over the floor. I stared at my shaking hands. What had I done?

Heh, I think that the thought of jail snapped me from that state, and my eyes darted to the clock. It was eight-thirty and I knew my mom would be up at ten, so I hurried to clean the mess. Fortunately, by the time it was done it was nine o’clock, so I figured I could relax and flicked on the television.

“Ever feel like you want to kill you friend? Murder you parents? Eat bonbons until the cows come home? If you do, anger management is for you!”  Click.

“Dude, like, I love to, like, to play on my game because, like, I get to kill old ladies-“ CLICK!

“This just in. There was an absolutely grotesque murder on James Drive and Reaper Lane. The murder is believed to have been committed by the Happy, Happy Clown-“ CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

“Gecko Insurance-“ I finally hit the off button. I seemed to be pushed into my chair by my hard and rapidly beating heart. I swear my eyes were as large as dishes with grief and horror. I killed him. He died in cold blood. They were going to find me. I was going to jail…

I ran to my garage, and tore it to shreds until I found the book that would save my damned soul: ‘How to Get Out of Jail for Idiots’. I sat on the cold concrete floor and began to memorize every single word. Soon enough my mother came in with a cup of black coffee in her hand, a royal blue robe on, and her fluffy pink bunny slippers. She looked calm and comfortable, and I thought I would be scot-free. Maybe she wouldn’t figure it out. Then she asked the question that dashed my hopes.

“Jacob, have you seen the Fruit Loops?”