Purple Realm

I sat slumped over, pondering upon the slippery slopes of death and destruction that led me to the dark, evil place where I was now prisoner. Life hadn't always been this way. But walking streets paved with blood and corruption for so many years'd take a toll on any of us.

I guess it all started on that day, fifteen years ago. Full of young hopes and dreams, the world was mine for the taking. I was working on an important project, holed away from the noise of the busy city so I could focus on the task at hand. There was a rap at the door. Sharp, urgent. I exhaled with annoyance at this intruder as I tore myself away from my work to stare at the doorknob with silent loathing.

No sound carried through the cracks in the rickety frame. I halted my own breathing in attempt to hear sounds of life beyond the wood panels. Nothing. I shrugged off the disturbance an irksome way and turned my attention back to my work, and no sooner had I put ink to paper when the curt tapping wrenched me from concentration once more...

The fires of the underworld ablaze in my eyes, I scattered the papers around me in a fit of fury and threw open the door, red faced.

There she was. She raised an eyebrow quizzically, and looked me up and down calmly as I stood quivering with suppressed rage. I took in her ruby lips and long lashes, the solid quality of her hair, tapping a death rhythm with my foot... Still nothing was uttered.

I folded my arms, then, and raised an eyebrow of my own. This was worth disturbing my work? I had an urgent deadline, for cryin' out loud! The woman shifted a little, not of unease but... Yes, impatience. She breathed,
"I'm sorry! Were you busy?"

My eyes inadvertently rolled around their sockets in response. She knew I was working, so I remained silent. An answer so obvious didn't need to be vocalised.

She pushed past me then, straight into my office. The nerve of the broad! I whirled around to find her ruffling through my papers, an inane grin fixed on her painted mouth. What right did she have to burst into my place of work and go through my files? Was she insane?

Picking up my project, she turned to me, an even bigger smile almost splitting her face in two. Displaying my work out to me, do you know what she said? She shrilled, " Oh, how cute, it says, "To Daddy"... have you finished drawing this picture?" and without waiting for my reply, she hurried, "I'll pop it on the fridge!" rushing out of my office with my paperwork in hand, and down the stairs to find a suitable magnet to display my confidential file to the world, leaving me shaking with fury at the thievery I had just been victim of.

I never retrieved my work back from the insufferable dame. Successfully thwarted time and again, I gave up my dreams of being the top PI in this city. I couldn't even secure my cases, what good of a dick would I be?!

So, that's my tale.
Perhaps you'll take pity on me, perhaps not. This ain't no sob story. This is life. Mean, and tough. Yeah, I killed her. And I ain't sorry.

Copyrighted Kimmie 2008