(Please note that this book is not the end of the book. There will be more chapters. I need to tell you this because...hehe... >:) I don't like writing long stuff, so expect this to be quite short. I don't know the appropriate length of books like this so...yeah. Tiny note: IDK if I wrote Sylvia's autism correctly, I only wrote her autism from my own experiences with it :) )
I wake up in my bedroom, my head feeling as if multiple spikes were stabbing at it. I chuckle to myself. Guess I had too much to drink, then, I think, before sluggishly heading downstairs. I see Jake preparing breakfast early in the morning. He's flipping a pancake and wearing an apron. I hug him from behind.
"Morning, honey..." I say in a whisper, as my voice is way too tired from screaming yesterday.
"Yeah...I'm almost done with the pancakes, just sit down at the dinner table, okay?" asks Jake.
"Okay..." I take a seat at the dinner table. Jake brings out two plates of pancakes, of which he puts one of them in front of me. I take a feel of the plate. I feel the pattern of the plate, and the size and thickness of the plate. Okay. I poke the pancakes with my finger. Exactly the same height and length. The texture feels the same. I trace my finger around the circumference of the pancake. Safe. I slice the pancake into small parts, and take a bite. Mmm. Delicious. Jake looks at me, a curious look on his face.
"Why do you always do that? Feel the pancake, I mean," asks Jake.
"Well...It's my mojo! My mojo! I feel like it's uh...just gotta do it! You know what I mean? I just gotta make sure that the pancake is...uh...normal." I say in a nonchalant manner. Jake is the only one who's accepted me for my mannerisms. Although, at one point, Jake has to work. We are adults, after all. Jake is the only one among us with an actual college degree, so can work. Even if I tried to get a job, they would probably decline me, after they hear about my disability...
Speaking of, Jake starts to put on his jacket. I help him to tie his tie. I don't need to know where he works, I just need to know that he'll come back for me. "I love-" I begin to say, but the pitch is off. "I love you. I love you." I say, before putting my head against his chest. I got over fearing physical touch a long time ago.
Jake pets my head. "I love you, too." He opens the door, and leaves the house via bus. Ah...Now it's just me, isn't it? I look inside the fridge. Great. I take out a brandy can, and drink it. I relish the taste, the fizzy taste it brings, before the crash. Then, I hear a knock on the door. I open the door, and a young man in a suit shows up in front of my house, holding a package.
"Delivery for Sylvia Lane?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply, before taking the package away from him, a smile on my face. I open the package, and...There it is! A smaller box labeled "Fantasy Powder". I open the box, and in it, is a container containing an abundance of a white powder. I take a pinch of the powder, and drop it in some water, then mix it. I drink the water, and then-
The shock hits me like a truck. My eyes start to spin, and I somehow manage to walk up to the bedroom, before collapsing on the bed, my body sprawled out. I start to giggle and scream, while the world around me turns into a colorful 1980's recording. The world changes tinge from yellow, to blue, to white, to pixelated, to HD.
"Ahaha...Ehehe...! HAHAHAHA!" I start to laugh, my pitch increasing every second. I hear voices...the voices are comforting. The voices, they tell me what to do...The voices!
As soon as it starts, it wears off. The world returns back to normal. The world stops spinning. Just then, I realize something. No matter how much drugs I take, I'll never be rid of this...The eternal sadness that comes after. Tears start to fall from my face, but then I realize a solution. Why not...Why not just...
I go to the dining table, and write a note. Then, I leave for the nearest bridge, where I await Jake. Eventually, he arrives. "You've come, Jake! Now we can do it together!" I exclaim, my voice high-pitched, and my face contorted into a manic smile.
Jake seems like he doesn't approve. He steps back a little, but I won't have it. I rush to him, and uppercut his face. Hehehe...Was Jake always this cute in agony? I want MORE! I begin to bash his head into the pavement. Then, I drag his body to the edge of the bridge, in my arms.
"Heh...Hah...Jake...We'll be rid of this world...this cursed world!" I kiss him on the lips, and without hesitation, jump off, Jake in my hands.
I wake up, in my bedroom. No...No! This can't be! Did I...fail? I start to scream and throw my pillows around. WHY?! WHY DOESN'T GOD LET ME DIE?! I rush out of the bedroom, to see Jake, looking equally confused. In a fit of rage, I punch Jake and tackle him to the floor, holding him by the collar.
"WHAT DID YOU DO? EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" I exclaim.
"Hey, hey! Chill! What did I do?" Jake asks.
"I'm sure of it! I killed you...I threw you off of the bridge!" I reply.
"Oh..." Jake says, before breathing in deeply. "You do remember..."
A flash of realization hits me. "We're in a time loop, aren't we? Huh?!"
"Yes..." Jake replies. Well...This is awkward. I throw him down the staircase, his body landing on the stairs with an awful CRACK. I grab a knife from the kitchen, and go back to him. He can't move. Did I...break his spine? Hehe...Maybe this will work after all...
"Maybe this will work after all..." I say, before kissing him on the lips delicately, and stabbing the knife through both of our throats. I feel blood flowing out from my neck. It isn't painful. I still kiss Jake, admiring the taste of his blood, his sweet blood. Oh...God...He's beautiful...
I collapse onto Jake, my hand resting on his chest.