Closure

Date: 9/19/2020

Background: my friend “Brad” had a rough fallout with his ex-boyfriend and a former roommate in the past. 11/30/2018: I was at the kitchen job on a Sunday when “Brad” flopped into a chair and one of my coworkers said, “you just sat down like you hate life.” For some reason, the walls were purple instead of their usual eggshell color. Chef “Dan” walks into the dining room with an ice cream sandwich in hand and aggressively says, “get out” but no one is phased. Everyone was tired from doubles that we didn’t even clock out, but somehow walked through the walls like ghosts. The scene flashes to Brad going home and up to his room and at a desk with a gaming laptop. Dangling from the ceiling above the laptop was the severed heads of Brad’s ex-boyfriend and ex-roommate, almost like a shrine. The bedroom walls were plastered with Polaroid photos of their brutally decapitated & delimbed bodies, and the biggest photo was of Brad showing an evil grin and thumbs up at the camera, holding a butter knife. When he opened the laptop, Alana’s mouth was plastered to the laptop screen, but her tongue was attached to the laptop and moved when words were spoken.