I'm never leaving this room
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I’m never leaving this room. Today, I came across a homeless man on the street with a grocery cart full of random shit. He said he was Satan himself, but I of course didn’t believe him.
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I'm never leaving this room

by Maddermind

I’m never leaving this room.

Today, I came across a homeless man on the street with a grocery cart full of random shit. He said he was Satan himself, but I of course didn’t believe him.

He said that for some money, he would bless me with the ability to see how people would die just by looking at them.

Again, I wasn’t a fucking idiot, but I did have a heart so I just gave the guy twenty bucks and walked away. He said, “God bless you,” but I just kept walking.

I looked behind my shoulder at him as he pushed his cart down the sidewalk, but nothing I happened. I mean, not that I expected anything to actually happen.

I headed over to a diner get some food. It was around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, the awkward time between lunch and dinner when nobody is eating so I got the entire diner to myself.

I started browsing the menu until I heard the voice of the waitress above me ask me what I wanted to drink. As I was speaking, I looked up and saw her face.

A flash of violent images exploded in front of me. A stop sign, a car crash, and her bloody, limp body flying out of the windshield.

I was in shock. She thought I was insane and just left to get my drink. When she came back, I asked to see the manager. She gave me a disgusted look and went away.

When the manager came, again I saw a slideshow of brutal images. An umbrella, an uncovered manhole, and a figure crouched down in a sewer. I couldn’t take it.

I got up and stormed out of the place.

The whole walk home, I kept my eyes covered with my hands as best as possible, only looking through the little cracks between my fingers.

When I got home, I tried to stop thinking about what I saw. I cooked some pasta, but didn’t even eat it. I just threw it away.

I sat on my couch and read an entire fucking novella, but nothing worked. I couldn’t get those images out of my head.

I went to take a shower and just sort of stood there with the water falling on me and didn’t even try to wash myself. I got out and folded a towel around my waist.

I went to the sink, but the mirror was fogged up so I rubbed with my hands. I knew I had made a mistake once I saw my face appear amidst the vapor. I fucking saw it.

A shattered window, the homeless man’s face, and blood splattered all over my bathroom door. Fuck me.

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