Some of my friends call me stupid. Some of my friends call me crazy. I think maybe I’m a little bit of both. I’m too stupid to pay attention when they call me crazy and I’m too crazy to care when they call me stupid. They call me that because I like to take risks. I always have.
I have this compulsion to do things that I really shouldn’t. Sometimes it works and it’s awesome. Sometimes it doesn’t and it hurts. I’ve spent time in the principal’s office, I’ve spent time in juvenile detention and I’ve spent time in the hospital. I’ve even spent a few hours in jail waiting for my parents to pick me up.
My parents are concerned that someday I might kill myself. Maybe I will. Until then I can’t stop. It’s an addiction.
I’m glad that you are here. My dad seems to think that I have “too much energy” whatever that means. He got me a job as a janitor at the mall to burn some of it off. They don’t normally let fourteen year olds work but they did it as a favor to my dad. I start today after school. Meet me at the back door of the mall at 3:30 and we can check it out together.
…eight hours later…
I’ve only been pushing a broom for an hour and I’ve learned something already; janitors are invisible. No one makes eye contact, no one acknowledges when I approach. It’s like I’m not there. Check this out. See that couple there. I’m going to sweep right behind them. I’ll be so close I can hit them with my broom.
See what I mean. They don’t look back, they don’t move out of the way. They just stroll along like I’m not even here. I’m going to follow them into the store. I’m not supposed to but watch this; no one will ask me what I’m doing or why. They will just ignore me.
…ten minutes later…
See what I mean. I stood there right beside them and swept the same spot for ten minutes. It’s like I was not even there. They yakked away and never worried once that I could hear what they were saying.
“we have a party tonight”…”won’t be home until late”…”it will be such fun”…”we’ll take it”…”can you deliver”…”this is our address”…”thanks ever so much”…”come dear we must be going”
They gave me an idea. I think we can have some fun. I’m off at 9:00. Go home, have supper, do your homework and meet me by the back door later. Bring me something to eat.
…four hours later…
I thought that shift would never end. My god being a janitor is so boring. Give me that food; I’m starved. Let’s go have some fun; I could use some right about now.
…thirty minutes later…
This is where they live. We’re going to let ourselves in through the back door and see what sort of fun we can have. What’s that you say, vandalism, it’s not really my style. Theft? Not this guy, too easy. Let’s get creative. What’s that you say; it would be a good joke to rearrange the furniture? Get real; we’re not interior designers you know. I mean really creative. Maybe we can turn the refrigerator upside down or glue all the windows shut. We’ll take a look around and see what inspires us.
How are we getting in? You’re just full of questions tonight aren’t you? It just so happens that I borrowed this pry bar from the hardware store. I tried one of those lock pick sets once and they don’t work worth crap. Watch this. We stick the bar in the door frame by the lock, we lean on it and there we go. The door magically opens.
I know I busted the door frame! What did you think was going to happen? I don’t hear any alarm so let’s get in before the neighbors see us. Remember not to turn any lights on. The first thing you want to do when you enter a dark room is to hit that switch. Resist the urge; I speak from experience when I say it’s not a smart thing to do. Don’t worry; your eyes will adjust to the dark.
...fifteen minutes later…
This place is just way too boring. Usually by now I’ve had some inspiration. Did you hear that? It sounded like the front door. I’m going to take a look, you wait here.
…twenty seconds later…
It’s hard to tell in the dark but it looks like a woman. It’s not the lady from the mall. This one is shorter. We need to hide. Let’s get upstairs.
…ten seconds later…
What do you mean hide here until we can escape? We’re not escaping; not just yet. We’re going to hide in this closet and hopefully she comes in. We’re going to jump out and scare the shit out of her. Then we run like hell. If she doesn’t show up soon we go looking for her.
…three minutes later…
Here she is. I can see her. Am I sure? No dummy, the lights just turned themselves on! Of course I’m whispering; she’s right there you idiot! Let’s not jump out just yet. I think I know her. I recognize her from school. It’s Mia; you know her; the short one with long brown hair and blue eyes. She’s kinda skinny and really pretty.
She’s taking off her blouse. No you can’t have a look. Now she’s taking off her jeans. Wow! She’s not as skinny as I thought; nice body on her! She’s coming this way. If she opens the door yell “boo’ and then run for it.
Boo!!!
…one minute later…
It’s nice of you to come back. I guess I’m just lucky you didn’t keep running until you got home. I know what I said but I changed my mind. Why am I sitting on her? I don’t know! It seemed like a good idea at the time. Do me a big favor would you? Find something to tie her up and something to gag her. Yes I said gag her! I can’t keep my hand over her mouth forever; she keeps biting me. Ouch, the bitch did it again.
That scarf is good but I’ll need something to stuff in first. Sure, that sock will do. When I move my hand shove it in. That’s funny! She bit you too. Next time don’t put your fingers in there. Tie the scarf around her mouth while I hold her arms. That’s good; nice and tight. Now find something to tie her hands and feet.
Would you stop whining! Of course I know how much trouble we’re in. We can worry about that later, for now let’s just have some fun. Get the belt from her jeans and then see if you can find some more.
I’ll hold her arms; you wrap it around her wrists. I know she’s wiggling; I’m the one trying to sit on her. She has a lot of fight for a small package. Buckle it up. Tighter; that’s good; now her ankles too. How many belts has she got? Give me one for her elbows and you can do her knees.
What do you mean above or below? Make a decision for yourself for once! Above and below; if you had two belts why did you ask?
I think that’s it. She’s not going anywhere any time soon. No I’m not going to roll her over. I don’t care if you want to see her tits. She hasn’t seen our faces yet so she stays face down. How long am I going to sit on her? How about until I figure out what to do next.
Why didn’t I run? I don’t know. I started to but then I just turned and grabbed her. Once she started to struggle I kind of lost it. Wrestling with her was a blast.
Yeah, I like the sound of it too. I could listen to her all night. I just had an idea. Where did you get the scarf? Is there another one? Go get it.
Now that she’s blind folded we can turn her over. You’re getting way too excited; don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve seen a female in her underwear! Your mom! Gross me out, too much information. I’m glad you asked to turn her over; she does have nice boobs. Yeah it is really sexy, it’s called a thong.
Well my friend, we are up to our ears in a deep pile of shit. I’ve been in trouble often enough to know that so far we are somewhere beyond mischief and close to a felony. It’s probably a smart idea to get out of here right now.
…ten minutes later…
I’ll bet you never expected the night to end up like that did you. I don’t like that we left her tied up either but what could we do. See you at school tomorrow.