Every morning, when I get to my toothbrush, I find these two tablets.
Each day, I pick them both up and I swallow them.
I am honestly not sure what they are. But they’ve been there for a few months now.
Occasionally, if I forget to take them, the next day the dose is doubled.
So on those days, I am given four.
It struck me today that I could be being murdered. Slowly but surely.
But because I trust Lisa I just take the tablets.
However this morning, as I left the bathroom, I looked over at her through slightly squinted eyes.
She looked back.
This cold and terrible act. This frozen blooded monster, killing me slowly. Silently.
Thinking back, I think she gave me a half smile this morning. And then glanced over my shoulder to check the pills had gone.
Then she left the bedroom.
What evil is this?
I shall face her tonight. And for anyone reading this, if I don’t write a story ever again, you know who to talk to.
I am glad I am thinking reasonably and rationally about this. And not stirring myself into a panic because of silly self-talk.
I never do that.
And before I go, the front door key is under the green plant pot. THE GREEN ONE.
Just in case anyone needs to get into my house to give me CPR tomorrow morning when SHE, after reading this, accelerates her evil plan.
Thank you you for being there for me.