My stomach is hurting. I think it's been hurting for quite some time I just didn't realize it. All that time dragging Tess into the downstairs laundry sink -- she is heavier than I thought she would be. Not as heavy as mom was but she's still heavier than I thought she would be. I think I should feed my aching stomach. What time is it? The clock on the wall says 2 but wasn't it 2 just four hours ago? What day is this and where the hell is my little sister? She was supposed to be home from school hours ago, or was it days ago....hmm I'm starting to lose track of time here and I've got to get a grip!. And this house is too damn hot, Tess will stink up the place if I don't get to work on her soon. But first this aching stomach.
One thing I can say about my mom is no matter how much of a jackass she was, she always made sure we had plenty of coldcuts even though she and my so-called dad ate steakums every damn night. Mmm, turkey, ham, salami...just thinking of them makes my stomach hurt even more, so I bound upstairs to the kitchen. Well, I'm having steak-ums tonight.
Damn there's so much red in here you'd think it was a massacre or something. "HA" - even I have to pause and laugh at that one. "Oh I am such a fucking cut up," I laugh to myself as I open the refrigerator looking for the bread, cheese, oh and those forbidden steakums hidden behind those two big plastic bags.
Who ever thought my mother and father would be guarding the refrigerator for all eternity. I wonder if I should cut little holes in the bags so they can finally watch all that food they liked to horde. Fucking pigs.
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