story| Dancing Nerves

I haven’t been sleeping for 5 days. I came back home. I was dreadfully hungry. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I didnt find the piece of cheese I left on the table 5 days ago. But she was there beside the plate, standing carelessly, and staring at me. I looked in her eyes. She trembled. I could see that in her gestures. Who ate it? Nobody answered. I repeated the question. It was stunning. She licked her lips. Round the table she went, pretending not to hear me.

“Hearken! you silly piece of sh*t. Stop waging that nasty thing or else I’ll send you out of my damned house. I am not playing with you. Look at me. Speak!” I shouted at her.

I figured her face muscles loosening. She lowered her head. Oh!! A sound of rattling came out of my mouth — damn! Shall I leave my fingerprints on her body? Shall I use tools or just use my hands? What tortures her most? I took the pistol out of my waist and pointed it to her head. Will you not speak? Speak! I could see her trembling, maybe not because of the pistol. I’ll shoot at you, I swear. She didn’t cry.

How senseless she is. Stubborn. My nerves started to dance while she stood still, motionless, not knowing what to say. She blinked, innocently. My heart went on beating in ascending order. I took a knife from the drawer. With tears blinding my eyes, I screamed: “I shall teach you a good lesson in stealing what’s not yours. You freaky, filthy, flucky, flabby, slimy, slushy, creature. Speak!”

I put my foot on her and squeezed her head. Meawwwwww. I immidiatly stabbed her with a knife to make her shut up.

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