Worst day ever

All I wanted to do was binge Futurama and not have to go outside at all.

And then the murders began.

My phone rang, causing me to look away from the screen of Fry and Bender.

It was my friend, David. I groaned. Why can't people leave me alone? I picked up, still half watching the cartoon. "Yeah?" "I need help hiding the bodies." It took a moment foebrhat to sink in and his tone of voice.

He was serious and he caused me to pause my Netflix. "Wait a minute, not body as in there's only one but bodies as in plural?" ".....yes." "Shit." I started to get up as he started to rant and explain which I really didn't need. "David, shut up, just stay there, where are you?"

David had always been...well...unwell.

Unhinged.

He's been to four therapists in the last five years and each prescribed him with some medication or another. He's already attacked multiple people, he's been charged with aggravated assault twice and a third time he got let go because of the shoddy therapist he had at the time.

So that it's come to actual murder and hiding bodies is no surprise.

I've literally been waiting for this day to happen since I met him.

He told me the address and I drove there. I didn't bother speeding, it's not like there was anyone left to save. I felt mildly guilty but since we were both broken people I really didn't give a shit. Life handed us the short straw.

I got to the nice looking house, seeing him sitting in the living room, blood covered his hands and face, his clothing splattered.

He was a goddamn idiot.

I parked, going inside, trying to look as innocent as possible. Once inside the house I went to David in the large living room, ignoring the body of a middle aged man on the floor. David stood and I wasted no time.

I punched him. Not hard enough or break anything but enough to make sure he knows he's a fucking idiot.

He groaned. "What was that for?" I rolled my eyes. "What was that for? What the hell do you think? First you called me which we already agreed not to do in this situation, we text so we can delete it. Second, you're covered in blood sitting in front of the goddamn window! You better hope no one saw! Now what the Hell happened?"

He sighed, his arms coming around to hug himself. "They mocked me. They said they would help. It they only made fun of me, called me names. Talked to me like I was stupid. The wife is upstairs. She was the worst. " I shook my head. As someone who could be unhinged as well and broken I can understand his motivation but at the same time I wasn't sure if I felt bad. If they really were as bad as he said then let the fuckers rot but I'll never know if he's exaggerating from his own psychosis.

"Well, we got some cleaning to do."