The Letter
I hear a man banging at the door so I get out of the bed in my underwear and I look at my scars twitching and burning like hellish fire. I put some pants and a jacket on me and I walk through the empty house, looking at the old family photos while going like a dead man to the door. I look through the visor and I see a tall black man in a blue uniform, the mailman. I open the door and give Richard my warmest welcome.
“It’s 7 o’clock you bastard! I’m trying to sleep!” I scream at him with my best intentions.
“I’m sorry mister Salazar Ravenloan but I was told to give you this in person!” he hands me a black envelope with a red seal on it. “Also here are the rest of the letters. Hope you have a great day!” he screams while walking away to another house.
A black envelope huh? Wait a....no I don’t want to have anything to do with them. I throw the envelope in the garbage and walk away with the rest of the letters.
“Bill, bill, bill, you won blah blah blah...nothing good from what I can see.” I mumble while walking to the kitchen. I throw off some dirty dishes from the table and start brewing some coffee.
While waiting for my coffee the scars start acting again so I get off my jacket and my pants to let myself breath. My arms, my legs, my chest and back all covered with deep red scars pulsating and tormenting my existence every single minute...how wonderful. I start scratching my arms when I see it, as I was expecting, the envelope was on my coffee machine. I take it and throw it back in the garbage.
I start to drink my coffee and after a couple of minutes the envelope appears on my table.
“Fine! You want to play like this, huh? Fucking bastards! After five years you just now send a bloody letter!?” I scream like anybody could hear me.
I reluctantly open the letter and take out the paper. The envelope vanishes in a puff of fire leaving behind a smell of sulfur and...shaving cream? I start reading the letter.
“Dear mister Salazar we are once again sending you our deepest regrets for your parents untimely death but as you might know already the time has come for you to take their place! You shall come to Heighnot Str. Nr. 3244 and take your emblem and continue the good work your parents gladly did for over fifteen years. We hope to see you as soon as possible. Signed Ibus Ravenloan.”
“You god damn old man! You think I will gladly come to lend my life for your stupid asses?!” I scream once again and gesture sporadically, hitting my cup making all of its content and the cup itself to splatter on the ground. “Well now I need a new cup...”
I can’t believe the amount of guts this bastard has. After five years of silence, he just sends me a letter and calls me for duty? I think he became senile with the age...that or it’s something important for me to do. Either way I’m not going anywhere.
I leap out of my seat and go to take an ice cold shower to cool down my scars. I take a fifteen minute shower maybe and go back to bad, enough effort for today.
In the middle of the night I hear a window being broken.Start writing here…
