I heard “it” calling on me early in the morning. The only
thing that annoys me more than the constant beeping phone sounds is its ugly
face mocking me, waiting for me to join the long list of worshippers it has. Why
don’t they let me be, why do they force me to like it, revere it like some sort
of a higher power? Why has it become a fucking blanket rule to make a big deal
about it? Do I even matter in this world anymore? Thinking all of this I take
the damned thing in my hand. I have been waiting to give it a piece of my mind.
I am just going to ignore the constant beeping sound my phone keeps making, for
now.
‘You think you are better than me? Everyone makes such a big
deal about how good you are for me. I mean they have hyped you so much you have
a bloody god-complex you arrogant prick. Why can’t you just wipe those smug
lines off your ugly ass face? I mean how is it fair is that all you have to do
is break out of a shell and everyone treats you like a miracle. While in the
real world I am busting my balls and no one even knows I exist. Again with the
look? I will seriously crush you if you don’t fucking cut the cockiness out.
Shit goddamn it is 7 am and my phone doesn’t stop beeping. Did you just laugh
at my plight? I have to go out and work while you keeping preening at me from
your glass house. It is not fair, it is just not fair. I will lose my mind if I
haven’t already. I need to end this. I need to end you. Tomorrow you may still
be more important than me but at least there will be one less of all of you. I
will one day end all of you.’
I take the hammer and end its misery on my kitchen counter. I
make my green smoothie and dunk its fucking last remains in it. I fucking gulp
that shit down and feel the ugly bastard inside me. My phone buzzes again. God,
I better pick up that goddamn phone now.
‘Yes sir, I will have the statistics on the walnut
production we made last year on your desk by the end of the day. You can count
on me’
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