Roy and Janet
My entry for this crazy short story thing. Word limit is 500 so I use 499, you can check if you want!
[Editor's note: this story is for grown-up readers only.]
Roy was born under a cloud of bad feeling, a heroin addicted mother and no home, each factor making the other one seem worse. His Mum, Janet, loved her child very much and although she could not offer him a permanent home or future, she gave him all the love she could.
It was a Sunday when things got really bad, Roy wouldn’t sleep and Janet needed to get him down for the night so she could go into town and make some money. With the scraps of her last hit still lingering, Janet gave Roy some sleeping pills and ran out into the cold rain. The water fell onto her body and cascaded down her, she was hardly wearing any clothes and she was freezing, the umbrella she had was broken and tattered, a mirror image of her life. She stumbled onto her usual ‘spot’ where she waited and waited, a car pulled up.
Several hours later, Janet was dropped off on the same street corner, chucked out like rubbish, no love, no care, no feeling. Janet felt sick, she bent down to vomit in the drain but then the thought of Roy entered her mind and there was a moment where she felt at peace… Swallowing the sick that sat at the deep crevasse at the back of her throat, she collected herself and ran to see her son.
It wasn’t long before she was home and although the urge for a fix was too much to bear, she had to make sure her son was well. The thought that she may have made a massive mistake consumed her, but so did the thought of heroin.
Her worst fears were realised, as much as she shook, shouted or screamed she could not wake Roy up. She thought he was dead. The one thing in her life that was pure and innocent had gone. She had killed her son; killed the one thing that she would kill others to protect. Going to sell her body to get heroin tokens had sold her son to the afterlife.
Janet grabbed a knife, she would not let herself be treated like rubbish by this life, man after man had raped her of her dignity; now she would find dignity in death. She cut into her wrist and severed the veins, the meat clinging to her bone split open with ease and the blood started to pour out. As her life faded away, she heard a cry and a scream, it was Roy. He was not dead.
It was too late, Janet’s life started to fade away, the pain of her wrists was matched only by that of the fact that she knew her beloved Roy’s life would be a waste. She bit her thumb.
Two weeks past until anyone noticed anything was wrong. The police crashed through the door, only to see two rotting corpses. Arranged like meat in an abattoir, like meat on a counter, like rubbish in a bin.
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Grown up readers indeed. It is smut ridden. Beautiful.
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very well done
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Toe curling, Dan. Keep it up. You’ll be missed next year.