A Royal Assassin_Next Paycheck_Aches and Pains_The clinic's living room
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A Royal Assassin
The many weeks after my family's assassination were somber. If I didn't know better I would think all these mourning people actually knew and cared about them. They would not cry so much if they knew the terrible things my family had done. I gracefully wiped away another fake tear. My grandmother caught my eye and narrowed her eyes. "The royal family will be forever rewww.onedoor.ccspected for their contribution to our country. May they rest in peace." Murmurs filled the silence as the ceremony ended. Lords and ladies greeted each other with fake smiles and flattery as they worked to increase their so...
Next Paycheck
{content warning: sexual themes, language, mild gore}The lounge is warm, air thick with liquor and sweat. Dim light illuminates the lingering customers, laughing and conversing pleasantly. It is around 5am and we are about to close in a couple of hours. With no other clients booked for the rest of the night, I begin gathering my things. Dried blood stains my white button down shirt and perfectly matches my maroon tie. It happened much earlier in the night, but management suggests we don’t change unless our next guests ask us to. I untuck my shirt and lift it to see thin cuts along my abdomen, ...
Aches and Pains
You tell me about your bad knee, your achy back, your sore shoulder. I’ve heard your sob stories. I’ve listened to your complaints. I’ve been a doctor for 24 years and I’ve heard it all. You say you need something for your pain. I’ve had two vertebrae in my spine fused together and a metal socket implanted in my right hip. Both times, I went home with a month’s supply of Vicodin. I bet you did too. It’s why you’ve come to my clinic. You’ve run out and your doctor won’t prescribe any more. You come to me with the cash and I provide the scripts for whatever you need - Oxy, hydrocodone, morphin...
The clinic's living room
When the pandemic started, I got taken into a local psychotherapy center around march. I was diagnosed with a lot of disorders that only got worse when the government confined us all to our homes. Now I’m confined to a new home. With stricter rules than I would normally have, but also with more people than anyone would be able to see during a pandemic. We lived together with 40 people. Some never got out of their rooms, however. I was the opposite. I never left the living room, as I always needed people around me, or else I was afraid I’d hurt myself again. I couldn’t hurt myself when people w...