Lawton suddenly shot up from his bed. He looked around the dark bedroom and rubbed the back of his head hard.
“Holy shit…did I hit my head or something?” He said to himself as he slowly turned to the side.
His end table held a single small lamp and nothing else. He opened the top drawer to show a mess of pill bottles. Some empty, some full, and some halfway in between. He quickly opened one and took two of the pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPChRhUpUgU
He very slowly made his way through the otherwise empty room to the door, turning the knob slowly and opening it.
There were two other doors and a stairway that went down as he slowly made his way over. He held onto the railing hard as he very slowly moved one step at a time. As he made his way closer down, he could smell fresh coffee. He made it to the main floor, where a couch sat across from a nice and large television. There sat a small coffee table in between the two, a small red chair covered in pillows facing towards the windows, a small stool next to the couch that held only a single remote, and a large ceiling fan with a light on the ceiling. Lawton looked over towards the kitchen, which sat open with a nice island. The design was very modern with ceramic counters and white wood cabinets. He saw Sim brewing coffee and cleared his throat. Sim turned around with a very warm smile.
“Morning sleepy head.” Sim said.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhAwWaDgnm
Lawton slowly walked over as he kept rubbing the back of his head.
“What are you doing here?” Lawton asked.
“Making you breakfast.”
Sim’s voice was sounding more lively and feminine as he spoke. He quickly poured a cup of coffee and put it on the island as Lawton sat on a wooden bar stool.
“Did I wake you?” Sim asked, his hand reaching out to touch Lawton. Lawton could feel the palm on his cheek. The warm skin touching his made him close his eyes and smile.
When Lawton opened them, Sim was gone. The mug was gone. The coffee machine wasn’t even turned on.
Lawton sighed and rubbed his eyes hard. He made his way over to the coffee machine, but before he could start it his phone rang in his pocket. Lawton quickly grabbed it and answered.
“Hello?” Lawton asked.
“Where the Hell have you been?” Was shouted over the phone, making him wince and hold his head.
“I um…” Lawton started, but lost his train of thought. He tried so hard to remember, but doing so made his head hurt.
“I don’t really remember.” Lawton said.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdf2qKfJjK1
“Well get to the precinct now! You have a lot of work to catch up on.” The voice said.
Lawton sighed as the call ended. He didn’t even bother to look for his keys and quickly went to his driveway, but his car was nowhere to be found. He looked around for a bit before sighing.
“Today’s going to be a bad day…I can feel it.” He muttered to himself as he started walking next to the road.
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Sim was gripping his bathroom counter as hard as he could, his entire body shaking from pain while empty pill bottles were all over the place.
“You didn’t…have to…kill them…” Sim grunted as he was clearly struggling to stand or move at all.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ85rDCI3ZPB
Polymon was in the reflection of the broken mirror, sitting on his counter and rolling his eyes.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4fsU43ywUh
“They were going to kill you and probably Lawton.” Polymon said.
“If we had just talked…it would have been fine.” Sim replied as he tried to let go of the counter, but his entire body was as tense as it could be.
“Oh please, you’re not an Anomaly.” Polymon replied.
“How are you sure?” Sim asked.
“I’ve been possessing you for most of your life. If you were one of them, don’t you think we would’ve noticed?” Polymon asked.
Sim stared at Polymon in the mirror.
“I guess you’re right.” Sim muttered to himself.
“Now, wanna get drunk?” Polymon asked.
“Shut up.” Sim tried to walk, but immediately collapsed onto the floor.
“Need some help?” Polymon asked.
“No…just let me lay here and die.” Sim muttered into the floor.
“That sounds boring.” Polymon replied.
“As boring as the two of us arguing forever?” Sim said as he continued to lay on the floor, mumbling into the floor while his body was sore, unable to move at all.
“Yes.” Polymon replied.
“Just take over my body and make me a cup of coffee. If you put more than a bottle of vodka mixed in, I’m jumping out the window.” Sim said.
Polymon sighed.
“Smirnoff or Grey Goose?” Polymon asked.
Sim sighed.
“Fuck it…both bottles and a pot of coffee.” Sim muttered.
“It’s not Friday.” Polymon said.
“Don’t care.” Sim said.
Polymon had a wide smile in the reflection as he took Sim’s body over.
Polymon slowly stood up and made his way over to the kitchen. He grabbed the coffee pot, then reached up into the cabinet to pull out two full bottles of vodka. The cabinet was full of nothing but alcohol and pill bottles. Polymon began to poorly beatbox as he poured both bottles into the pot until they were both empty. He then prepared everything for the coffee before turning it on, leaning against the counter and watching.
“So…plans for today?” Polymon asked out loud.
“No ideas.” Sim replied.
The coffee was nearly done as Polymon sighed.
“Shit.” Polymon suddenly said.
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Polymon slapped his forehead hard.
“The fucking suit is gone.” polymon said.
“Ah shit.” Sim immediately said.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡluyzWyJoDU
“That’s what I’m saying.” Polymon replied.
He grabbed the pot full of alcohol and coffee, quickly pouring the entire pot into his mouth.
“Now what?” Polymon asked.
Sim stared out in silent contemplation.
“Sim?” Polymon asked.
Sim very slowly took over as the red eyes slowly faded into his bright green. Sim kept leaning against the counter as his tears slowly began to water. Tears slowly ran down his cheeks as he kept staring blankly forward.
“Sim?” Polymon asked again.
Sim fell forward hard onto his knees, clutching his face and immediately balling without thinking. Sim was overwhelmed with emotion as pain washed through every fiber of his being.
“Everything…hurts.” Sim whispered to himself as he continued to cry.
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