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Thursday, July 15, 2010


It’s Friday. I decided to take Barry out for a run, when I got back to my condo there was a package at my door. There was no return address and no label. I knew to be cautious, seeing how you can never be too careful these days. I let Barry sniff the box, he had no reaction he just licked his chops and sniffed the brown square. I knelt next the box and leaned in, and I didn’t hear any ticking or beeping. When I walked in I placed the small package on the kitchen counter. I unwound a bit and took a nice hot shower. I laid my well moisturized body on the couch, I’d forgotten all about that damned package until my eyes fell upon it and I noticed the box looked as if something had spilled on the inside.

I pulled a knife out of the drawer. I cut the package open slowly, when I removed the top there was a letter folded with faint stains all over it, the box was stuffed full of styrofoam peanuts. I’m no fool I would never stick my hand in something I couldn’t see through not knowing what was inside, so I turned the box upside down on the counter and stumbled to the floor I was horrified at what I saw. It rolled across my kitchen floor.

My eyes had to adjust, and make something out of the red blob that spun on the floor next to me I was looking at a heart, or at least that’s what it looked like. I knew that I was not imagining it. It didn’t look human, but I know a heart when I see one. There was blood everywhere. I began to look around, for what I wasn’t to sure. I got up, and ran to the phone. Who could have done this? Why?

I called Cory and told him to come over. I don’t remember what I said to him all I remember was him saying. “What the fuck? Are you okay?”

I hung up the phone and held the receiver to my chest, I held it to my heart and in that moment I remembered the note.

“This is sick,” I realized what the stains were on the letter and the box it was blood. The smell was of metallic rust; it smelled as if someone poured blood and salt into hot molten steel.

The letter reminded me of a ransom note, the letters were from clippings out of newspapers and magazines.

You KNOw tHaT I Am watching YOU

I HoPe you Enjoyed the PREsent tHat I Sent you

SOFIE, I want TO pLay WiTh You

I wont let TheM HuRT YOUr heart

I wAnT to SHAre My HeaRT With YoU

Enjoy YOUr PreSENT

YOU Are gOIng to love what comes NeXT!

“What the fuck is going on, this shit is sick” I can’t even begin to imagine who would send something like this. To my knowledge I’ve never done anything to anyone that would cause such repercussions.

“This can’t be happening, not now.” I covered the red eyesore that lay before me with a dishtowel.

There was a knock at the door Barry immediately started to bark, and headed toward the thumping at the door. He knew I was upset and he didn’t like it.

“Who is it?” I didn’t look through the peephole, “who is it?”

“It’s me Cory.” He damn near gave me a heart attack.

“What took you so long you scared me to death?”

“I’m sorry.” So many things were running through my mind, I couldn’t think clearly, there was a haze of light, and then there was black.

Memories were acted out like old black and white silent films. I was four again and with family laughing and having the time of my life. I was thirteen and everyone had come to my house in Chicago for a Bar-B-Q, we all were eating and having a blast, V103 was playing Herb Kent was jamin’ the “hits and dusties” and everyone was dancing and loving that summer sun beating down on our sweaty skin and full bellies. I saw myself at college and I went back to when I was first really introduced to pot and I realized life would never be the same. The smell of my dorm room trailed off and the scent of death tickled my nostrils.

I blinked my eyes and there it was splattered on the floor, beating, and leaking its red juice, all on my kitchen floor. It grew bigger and louder I tried to run but it followed me. There was nowhere else to run.

I was trapped in the corner of my room and then it was over, quiet the heart was gone and the beating had stopped. I pulled myself up I was more bloody than Carrie after a night at the prom.


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