Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 57

"I...I'm not...Mr. Spumoni...," I said, unsure myself if it was a lie
"heavybreathingsounds-u-heavybreathingsoundsteh...HEAVY BREATHING SOUNDSwhy...HEAVY BREATHING SOUNDSthen why..."
I then heard a whimpering and then sobbing, followed by a long howl of agony.
"IIIIIIIIheavybreathingsoundsI didn't know I...heavybreathingsounds...I never know anymore nothingheavybreathingsoundsno one tells me ANYTHING!!!heavybreathingsounds...blaahdu meah k..."
He fell apart right there, first it was tears and then it was cough syrup through his nostrils, but I felt the compassion and kindness in me to pat him on the shoulder...
with a KNIFE!!!

He then lept up, the 14'' knife in his shoulder blade. & quot;OHHHOheavybreathingsoundsHOOOOOOOOOOOheavybreathingsoundsOOAAAOAheavybreathingsoundsHHEEEEEEEHA
OOOH!!OHOA!!," he shrieked inhumanly. He hopped out of the room...

..."he is hopping out of the room..." I thought about it for a second. "Hopping..."
Then I realized it all...
"Hopping...that's a form of transportation...but it is a type of cripple transportation...an elevator is a type of transportation...I saw a deaf-mute-blind man in the elevator, and deaf-mute-blindness is a type of ... oh my god... it's a type of...
cripple..."

I ran through the door and past the screaming man, hoping that I was not... too late...

(OP: Ben, May 16 2007)