Billy guy

I like Billy guy. I like how his name sounds. I named him. It doesn’t really rhyme and it’s kind of annoying, but that’s what I like though.

I’m going down to my basement. Billy’s there, waiting for me. One more thing that I like about him – he’s always there for me. Isn’t that lovely? Oh, and he is not a guy, he’s a grown man, about twenty five years or so.

The most beautiful thing about Billy is that – he’s dead.

I’m in my basement. Lamp lights his head, making his face look even more white than usual. He sits on an old chair of mine. I made that chair in my childhood.

- Hey Billy!

I see blood stains on his mouth. His head is thrown back. I killed him couple of days ago. I didn’t torture him much… at least when he was alive.

- I’ve had a great day.

A fly sits on his eyelid. He’s face represents death, despair at its maximum. I have done a good job. I’m proud for him, for myself and… I don’t know, it makes me happy.

- You know that girl I told you about?

His mouth is open and the fly goes in his throat.

- You do remember her name, right?

The fly flies away. Blood from his mouth makes its way to the shirt. I liked his white shirt, it smelled really nice. I like everything clean.

- Okay. Her name is Amanda. Man… she’s beautiful.

The fly flies between us and smashes into the lamp.

- Yeah that’s the one, she lives across the street. You remember!

I shouldn’t doubt  Billy. I don’t really know him, we met a week ago, but I sense good people.

- She has  black hair. Yeah, almost like yours.

I have  just noticed , that he has really good, black hair.

- So I met her at the market. She was searching for the milk section and I already had milk in my basket. She asked for         my help. We chatted a little bit about our neighborhood and so on.

Billy is a good listener. Why haven’t I met him earlier?

- And… she invited me over. I’m pretty nervous about it. I mean… you know what I’m saying, right?

The fly is running all over his head. The other one appears from somewhere and they start communicating with each other.

- I’m just saying to myself: You’ll go there, drink tea or coffee or whatever, act a bit funny, bit serious. Chat with her. And in the end maybe you will get a kiss or something.

The flies are flying around his eyes.

- I like kissing a woman. …Who doesn’t?  Yeah, you got that right.

I like way he listens to me - Silent. His silence speaks for me more than anyone’s reply.

- Oh, and that old woman, who lived on our street – I killed her. I still have her blood curdling scream in my ear. I don’t know why I killed her like that but, she deserved it. Now police are all around. They’ll probably come in and look around, so I have to hide you for a while. I already dug a grave.

I see his grateful eyes. He feels a bit clumsy, but I will always take good care of friends.

 - Come on Billy…

I grabbed him.

- We’re going to my car. You do like to take a walk, don’t you?

My best friend.

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 I hope I don't get banned or something. And I don't want you guys to think that I'm kind of a psychopath that conversates with corpse in a basement... 

 .. well, not every day I do, but... you know...