Quietly, he waits. She laughs. He feels no trace of doubt. At the strike of the clock, he shoots. She falls. Her blood blossoms on her forehead like a blood red rose. His revenge is complete. He stalks away....
Yes, I am insane.
What about you?
Yes, I'm insane.
Aren't you, too?
Yes, I have issues.
Don't you?
No, I'm not stupid.
Because, yes, you are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who you are.
You are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And you are, too.
Yes, I am insane.
What about you?
Yes, I'm insane.
Aren't you, too?
Yes, I have issues.
Don't you?
No, I'm not stupid.
Because, yes, you are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who you are.
You are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And you are, too.
To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.
Larry the Pumpkin
