It was disgusting.  All that crap I had to clean up in the bathroom.  And it didn't help that someone had not flushed the toilet.  I flushed the contents down to the sewers where it'd decompose into life, and I cleaned up the disaster in the sink basin.  Once I was done with all that, I washed my hands.  It was then, that I noticed her out of corner of my eye.  I know she was there, but I assumed she was going to ignore me.  Or was I ignoring her?  

I quickly walked through the bathroom door without providing any eye contact assuming that things would go as usual.  They didn't.  For once, she spoke to me, "Hey..."   I turned around and forced a smile, "Oh, hey!" half hoping that the conversation would end right there.  It didn't.  "Can you come in here?  We have to talk..."  I smiled at her, dumbfounded and distraught, and I shook my head slowly.  "No, we don't have to."  I turned to leave her behind.  Leave her in the bathroom.  Leave her with the stink of it all.  She wouldn't dare follow me.   She did.

She started to talk about it, despite my rejection of doing so.  La La La La La, I'm not listening.  And yet, I was responding to her questions uncontrollably.  I started running away from her voice.  The tunnels grew darker as I found myself in the sewers of my past.  Filthy waters scoured the shallow trenches, and ripples clashed against one another as a parade passed by.   I seeked refuge in one of the floats, hoping that I could hide from her.  But was I running away or running towards?  Confusion unsettled me as memories enraptured me.  Delirium took over as I combed my hair with the slightest buzzing sound.  Yet, no hair pulled out of my head despite my effort to fling myself overboard.   This parade of memories was maddness.  I had to leave.  What worse is that she had found me.

I took direct action.  I hopped off the float, and flew at her with rage and frustration.  I grabbed her hair and brought her face down into the muddy waters of this ancient sewer.  I fled with regret and shame for I realized that while I had been unsuccessful in pulling out my hair, I had been more than accomplished in pulling out my heart. 

The news carried quickly of my monstrous actions.  I feared the devastating reprise that awaited me at the surface...




...and that's when I woke up from this nightmare. 

So someone just prank phone called me. I don't believe I've ever gotten a prank phone call before. Actually I don't get many phone calls in general. So it was kind of amusing and quite a fun study break to just talk to someone random instead of reading about Tourette's syndrome and such.

(Ironically, the caller mentioned that he had Tourette's syndrome in order to mask the fact that he kept losing his Indian accent every now and then. Lol.)

Thank you Mr. Prank Phone Caller! You've made my life a bit more sane and less lonely. I'm just so upset that I'll never know the identity of the prankster. Oh well.