Taking over me

Taking over me

Who did he think he was? That pompous, cold, bastard who is trying to ruin, and control my life.

Does he think that I'll just give in and nod meekly and agree and jump up to do what he tells me to?

Does he really think that that will work?

Well, if he does, then he is dumber than I thought he was in the beginning.

I will not give in, I will fight with every fiber of my being.

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I hate the morning, really. I wish that we could skip the hour of which I wake up. It really sucks.

Little did I know how much it was going to suck this particular morning.

I rolled out of bed and when I tried to stand up, my foot slipped on something slimly and I went flying. Well not really flying, more like my feet flew out from under me, and my rear end crashed down to the floor like a space ship crashing down to earth. Then to top it all off, I smashed my head against the wooden boards that support my bed.

Yeah, owwww.

So, then when I looked to see what I had slipped on, after my vision stopped being black, I saw a fucking banana peel!

Now my room was a mess, and so having a banana peel by my bed wouldn't be strange, except for the small fact that I hate banana's, like really, I can't stand them, you give me one, I throw it really hard at your face. Then laugh at the picture of you with a banana on your head.

So, from this equation, I figured out that someone else put the freaking banana there.

Now to figure out whom. It wouldn't be my dad, he is in Iraq, so he wouldn't fly back to put a banana peel by my bed, that would just be odd. Not my mom either, she's too proper.

I don't have any siblings, so that doesn't work. My friends are all on vacation, so it's not them, I don't have any cousins, so that don't work either.

So who the fuck put a banana peel by my bed for me to kill myself on?

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

"I hate whoever did this", I said out loud, "really, I hate you with a burning passion."

Then I heard a low, chuckle.

"Now that's not very nice at all is it?" a baritone voice said from the darkest corner in my room.

Needless to say I screamed bloody murder, not that that would help, all of my neighbor's and my mom sleep like freaking logs, so no one would be coming to investigate my screaming.

How sad for me.

Now back to the matter at hand.

I screamed again for good measure, then shut the hell up and grabbed a pillow. Now what the pillow was going to do, I'm not really sure, but I'll come up with something to do with it.

I guess this dude was thinking along the same lines because he said,

"What the fuck are you going to do with a pillow?"

I thought for a quick second, then said,

"I'm going to rip it up, then take the cloth and make it into a lasso, then lasso you, pull you down, and then tie you up and call the freaking police, though they probably won't answer at this hour, by the way, what time is it?"

The guy was silent, then

"You just woke up to find a stranger in your bedroom, and you're asking him what time it is?"

I thought about that, "Umm, yeah, it's not as if I can see the clock from here, it's downstairs. So what time is it?"

"Five after six."

"What the hell am I awake for?" I wondered out loud.

"And what the hell are you in my room for anyway?" I asked the weirdo.

"Well, you'll find that out soon enough." He told me.

"Whatever dude, well go away, I'm going back to bed."

There was silence.

I shrugged and got up off the floor and got back in bed. Curling up, I grabbed the pillow, and hugged it.

Falling back into dreamland, I only just felt the breath of the guy on my neck, then there was searing pain on my neck that quickly spread though my body.

Then I blacked out.