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was penetrating my back as I stepped away from the dead body. The

whole room was turning into a picasso. I wanted to vomit while

ripping my eyes out, I dont even like Picasso. There was blood all

over the floor, even though some of it was mine, I couldnt take any

credit for it.



Ihad already forgotten what she looked like before the incident. Cute

rabbits turned into diseased rats and cuddly dogs turned into

bloodthirsty hyenas. Happy thoughts Dons, happy thoughts... It

didnt help, it never does.



It started yesterday as a normal morning, the clock was 7am and I had

just returned from a J-something from Lithuania. The more fucked up

my life was the easier it got going home with girls, especially the

blonde ones. Even though I dont look like a troubled guy. I think

they can smell it, or feel it. I was once told that the girls do it

because they want to repair me. Obviously, that would never work.



In the process of stumbling up the fashionably lit stairs to my pent

house appartment, I could hear screaming from my neighbours door. The

door was open so I found no reason to withhold my curiosity. I could

feel yesterdays mixture of Jack Daniels, coke and weed struggling its

way up my throat. The disgusting smell of tacky Dior cologne filled

the air in the corridor and probably killed whatever was left of my

nostrils.



Suddenly the yelling stopped. I could hear steps approaching fast from the far

end of the dark hallway. «Dons, What the fuck are you doing

here?!», the voice was rather light but definitely a male,

probably Benny. I couldnt tell in the dark. «I heard screaming

and I thou...» I didnt manage to finnish my sentence.

It felt like his hand hit my stomach like a jumbojet. I took the hit and threw up all

over for a few seconds. He looked at me as if throwing up didnt make sense. Fucking Retard.



I sent my elbow up in the air flawlessly to put his nose in a direction

it didnt belong. I had to strike fast jumping forward with my left

foot intetionally stepping on his right leg while pushing him

backwards. The sound of a house falling apart. His right leg was

broken several places. «It's nice to see you Benny..».



No answer. «Benny? Stop kidding.». I turned on the light, he

was out. No contact, no pulse. No heartbeat. He had hit his head in

the stone flooring. A naked woman came running out from the bathroom,

she had bruises all over her body. «What have you done, is he

alive?». I shook my head, trying to focus on her beautiful

figure. I couldnt care less about Benny, but I was curious about the

thin woman. «What happend to you?» I stammered. Her

expression said it all.



She stepped over the lifeless body of Benny, bent slowly down and kissed

me softly on the cheek. I could feel her lipstick leave a soft mark.

I loved it. «Wait, who are you?» I whispered, I could

barely speak without throwing up. Excruciating pain, probably broken

ribs. The last thing I felt before I passed out was the beat of her

high heels against the hard floor as she walked out.



Iwoke up in my own pool of vomit with some touch of blood from Benny's

nose. As I rushed up from the floor I felt a rib pierce my inside,

the pain was terrifying, I fell down and dissapeared. Again I woke

up, it was better now and the clock was 10pm, I had been out for a

long time. No time to think, I had to find the woman. I looked

everywhere for clues until I saw myself in the mirror. Lily, it said

on my forehead, next to the vomit and blood.