Jake Is Gone

No matter how hard Kim tried to scrape Jake from her skin, his rotten essence

clung desperately with hooks imbedded into her heart. Poison spewed from his angry open mouth as he told her over and over that she was worthless. What really worried her was that his venom was spreading to her own subconscious as she incorporated his words into her mind in grasping chunks of malignancy.

Kim began to search for a sharp knife to cut him out of her core. After abrading a thin slice of Jake from her arm, she watched in fascination as dark black blood began to seep in a trickle onto the floor. Before cutting any further, she paused in appalling disgust realizing that she was targeting the wrong person. She was not the cause of her anguish!

From the living room, she heard Jake yelling at her dog to get out of the way.

Walking up behind him, she asked him to turn around, sticking the knife forcefully up to its hilt into his chest. She was amazed to see the extent of his ghastly contents of malice and hostility spill onto the carpet. Her only thoughts at the time were that she would have to contact the carpet cleaning company as soon as possible to remove the last taint of his existence. A sense of peace enveloped her as she picked up the telephone to take care of this one last task.