New Year, New Me

( Before you start reading: it is important to know that this short story was highly inspired by the movie Silence of The Lamb, so it contained violence and gore. )        

         11.30 p.m. I snuck into the party at the small bar across the street. It was almost New Year and to be honest, New York is not the best place to celebrate it. Well, at least not for me. I’ve been living in the same city for my whole life. From an abusive childhood which involved my dad running away from home and my mom became insanely depressed, through my teenage years where I once was arrested for a week for drugs and violence, and now I’m here.

          A year ago, my younger brother died from overdose. I stopped using drugs since then. His death triggers me to start this new habit. To ‘renew’ myself. I got into the bar and ordered a martini. After a while, a nice looking guy sat beside me. Quite my type. I was caught staring when he introduced himself.

            “Hi,” he offered his hand. “I’m Jim,”.

“Kyle.”

“Alone?” he said loudly as the music was blaring all across the room. I nodded. “Nothing much to do on this so-called ‘happy’ New Year, yeah?” he said sarcastically. We chatted for a while after that.

            11. 42 p.m. I leaned myself towards his ear and whispered, “So, do you have, like, love pill*?”

            He smiled. “You met the right guy, buddy. C’mon,” he walked to the exit door. I followed him, slowly pulled out the butter knife in my back pocket. He pulled out the plastic fully stuffed with white powder, still not facing me.

“It’ll cost you hundreds, man,” he said just before I stabbed him from his back. A couple of times. Blood came out of his mouth. His eyes still opened with horror. As he slowly leaned against the wall, I peeled his face and began the process. As I was done, I put in on me and went home.

            New Year, New Me. Literally.

*love pill=ecstasy