by Arwa Alhamdani
Where are we going? What will we eat? Who will we talk to? What will we do? My mind is constantly clouded with questions and as my heart pounds I feel like a high pressured gas tank about the burst. Waiting for you to choose. Doing the same things, experiencing the same beauty, hearing the same sounds, savouring the same flavours, feeling the same textures, inhaling the same aromas; these all connect you and I. We are so alike aren’t we?
Our favorite band is Linkin Park, a bit of a cliché some might say. I must be honest, I despised the band at first, found them a little too juvenile, but, I listened to their album “Minutes To Midnight”, your favorite, and their sound has grown on me.
Our favorite food is pizza, I’ve been vegan for my entire life, but you always seem to have a pizza in hand. I knew that the only way for me to truly enjoy eating an animal product was to come to terms with the method of making it. So, I visited your grandparents farm in England, don’t worry, they didn’t even notice I was there, I wasn’t any trouble at all. My eyes were laid upon your giant brown cow. I made sure that the knife was sharp, poor thing was on the ground after on jab to the neck. The barn floor was painted with our favorite color, red. I ripped out a piece of his plump flesh, gave it a whiff, and simply chucked it into my mouth. It wasn’t as bad as I expected; it melted into my mouth.
The creature’s long black eyelashes suddenly spontaneously fluttered. I couldn’t bring myself to finish the job, I know you like selfless girls, so I decided to let her hungry baby calf feast on the delicatable flesh of her birth giver. It was a darling scene to watch, never have I seen a mother and daughter so close.
I know you like girls with blue eyes and blond hair. I hope you like contacts and wigs! I know your celebrity crush is Angelina Jolie. I believe the reason you like her so much is pretty evident, her body and cheekbones. I got the procedures done a month ago, still healing but, ahh, the thought of impressing you is worth it. Liposuction, chest augmentation, lip injections, nose job and botox; just for you. Don’t worry about the cost, the doctor gave it to me for free. You see, I pleaded for him not to use anesthetics, I wanted to feel the work that was being done to my body. To feel the assets you adore so much, that once you saw on me, would surely make you fall for me even more. The doctor was a little shocked and agreed to do it for free as long as the procedure remained a secret. I’ve only told you, but I know you won’t tell anyone. The knife gliding against my organs, scraping off my tissues only added to my excitement and anticipation of seeing your reaction.
I love how respectful you are, you gave your condolences to Emma at her funeral. Everyone’s chatting about it, about how sweet you are. I know deep down you’ve always hated her. Her, a joke of a sister. How dare she make fun of your clothes. I knew something had to be done, no need to thank me. I took the situation into my own hands and reenacted the same technique i used on the cow, as she too was one. Don’t worry, I made sure to use a sharper knife so that she would be gone for good. She always tried to fill your head with filthy thoughts, like: “I’m weird” or “a creep”, but don’t worry, your mind is not free and able to focus solely on me, my love.
“Ellie, it’s time for dinner honey,”
“Coming!”
“I must go my love, my mother is calling me for dinner,” I whisper, tracing my finger over his abs which he stands smiling in his beach shorts, a pizza in hand, classic. Looks like I’m having pizza again.
“Goodnight,” I whisper as I sign out of Instagram.
