I held my hands over the back of my pants, my rectum aflame as I scurried out of church. Bringing a hand back from my rump for but a brief moment I gaze at my watch. Oh shoot! It was nearing 5pm, dinner should be ready by now. My mom is going to be furious! My keister continues to burn, like a flame impossible to extinguish. Despite the predicament, I make haste, hurrying ever so faster towards my humble abode. I knew that I couldn't let my mom know about Priest Maxwell, but would my clearly scorching hole be a dead giveaway? I shook my head as my brows furrowed. How would my mother even realize that? Before I can finish the thought I'm in front of my house, the door wide open. "There you are Billy, hurry on inside, suppers ready." Her hands were on her hips but the tone in her voice was that of an angel. I could tell my mom wasn't upset at my blatant tardiness. I cannot help but smile as I hurry on inside, my mother giving me a firm pat on the back as she closes the door behind us both. I let the familiar surroundings sink in along with the new smell wafting towards me. "Mmmm, whats that smell ma?" I speak up in glee, my nose perked up towards the heavens. "It's my new special recipe, straight outta the oven just like how Nana used to make it." My mother nods firmly after stating this fact, with a profoundness that of which has never been seen before in a human. I enter the kitchen and pull a chair out from under the table, taking a quick seat as I peer up at my mom, placing a covered plate in front of me, a fork and a knife already set. "Ohhh it smells so great I just can't wait Mom!" I can't help but cry out as my eyes open wide. "Well hold your horses Billy, but do dig in" my mother exclaims, pulling the top from the plate revealing its contents in slow fashion. My jaw drops, my eyes practically bulging out of their respective sockets, like mice attempting to escape their traps. Right in front of me, upon my plate, the very same plate my mother had just placed in front of me, was a human head. Priest Maxwell's head to be exact. "I told you once Billy, you can't hide anything from me. I knew all along about your affair with Priest Maxwell. I told you you could only love me Billy."
My mom wasn't herself, this had to be a dream or something. There was absolutely no way in heck I was staring at Priest Maxwell's head on a plate. A plate invented to hold food for consumption atop it. Food served by my mom herself. The kind woman who raised me. I try to speak but nothing comes out, I have no words to convey how I feel in this moment. I pick up the fork and look down at the head below me. I haven't eaten since breakfast and I do feel quite famished. Do I dare attempt to cross this boundary? Wait no, what am I possibly thinking, I can't eat a fellow humanoid, its taboo, and also just really gross. My mom stares at me for a while, the both of us acting as if we were mute from birth. The head, charred on either side sits scrumptiously- uh I mean disgustingly atop my plate. Lettuce lines the bottom of the head, along with a nice scrumptious Gouda-infused dressing, covering a few slices of Tomato and fettuccine Alfredo. I shake my head. Like I thought originally, this must all be a dream, plus, how could Priest Maxwell's head be here on a plate when his head was just at church, atop his neck and shoulders as it should be? I lean forward and examine the head a little closer, it sure looked real. I pinch myself quickly but I don't wake up. "I just came back from church..ma, how did you get his head here so fast?" I finally speak up, my tone of voice a tad shaky, but at least I could finally speak.
"What are you talking about Billy? Are you alright in the head?" My mom eyes me suspiciously. I look back down at the severed head, but instead of a severed head, a nice delicious steak awaits me. Was that all a dream? Why is everything back to normal now? I have so many questions, but no answers. My mom places a bottle beside me and I eye the label. "Aripiprazole." I say aloud. My mom nods. "Yep, you forgot to take your medication Billy." My mom pats me on the back and heads into the living room, setting herself a comfy seat on the couch as she turns on the television set. Voices blare as I knock down a pill with a glass of refreshing water. I tear into a piece of the steak with my teeth as I remove it from the fork. My eyes turn to the ceiling, a light fixture directly above me. It all becomes clear again. Priest Maxwell never existed, and I wasn't coming home from church. I was coming home from school, as I still had not graduated. Despite that fact, I was already thirty, and still living with my mom at that. It was extremely embarrassing and hard to make friends with that fact. That and my schizophrenia that plagued my daily life. It was getting so bad since I had forgotten to take my medication, and my mom could only do so much to get me to take it. Reality and Fantasy was quite often a blur. I finish my steak and wash it down with the remains of my glass of water. Placing my dishes in the sink, I head towards my room after thanking my mom for the meal. I sink into my bed and forget about the world for a while.
FIN
Honestly wow!
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