I groaned and pulled my body away for the hard wood floor. Slowly, I wiped the drool off my cheek and stood up. I looked around but something caught my eye.

In front of me was an extremely detailed painting of Sander. She was sitting on the beach while smoking a cigarette and looking off into the sunset. Standing behind her, in the same clothes as the last night I saw her, was Katie. Their eyes were both scratched out by, I think, a key.

"What did I say about Sander?"

I sighed. "I know what you said Katie. I didn't mean to-"

"Just like how you didn't mean to fuck me over too? You never changed have you... always thinking about yourself. Pathetic." She hissed and I felt my temper rising.

"Screw you! I did everything for you! And I would fucking bend over backwards for Sander." I snapped.

Katie just started laughing. That kind of laugh that would drive you insane. That laugh you would hear from a mad man in an asylum.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"You! You think you're such a great friend do ya? YOU'RE NOT! You are the most ignorant person I've ever met. You need the world to revolve around you! Oh, I have schizophrenia! Look at me! I have paranoia! I'm deathly afraid of the fucking dark! If somebody does one thing to draw attention to themselves you absolutely hate it! When I went missing you bullshitted everyone into thinking you were traumatized! You didn't even pay attention to Sander at the bar and left her high and dry!" She ranted at me and I stomped the floor below my foot.

"That is enough! Leave me alone!" I screamed and looked around the room for some sort of explanation.

"Do you even know how Sander met Jimmy? Cuz I do!" She said all to happy.

"What? Tell me!" I said and turned around.

"Sander should be the one to tell you. I'm leaving." Katie said.

"NO! Tell me!"

No answer.

"KATIE!!"

Nothing.

"GOD DAMNIT! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

I turned around and punched a nice little hole right into the wall. Then I kicked another hole right below it. I grabbed my paintbrush by the bristles and stabbed the handle right into the door, doing the same with three more, letting out an angry growl. I turned and grabbed the couch by the top and pushed it over.

I reached up and grabbed the sides of my hair. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

I flung my paints at the door and dropped to the floor. Without missing a beat, I screamed as loud as I could and hit the ground with the side of my fists. I sat there for a moment then got up and walked out of the room.

I saw Sander standing in the kitchen on the phone. She clearly heard me freak the fuck out, the walls are paper thin.

I stormed into my room and ran to the bathroom. Swinging the medicine cabinet open, I was greeted with my only escape. I grabbed the bottle and with shaky hands, ripped off the lid. All the pills flew everywhere and I grabbed two and swallowed them dry.

Walking out into my room, I pulled on black shorts and a plain white shirt. The blinding effects of my meds were too much for me right now. The transition from blistering fury to unnerving tranquility was fast. But all my anger dissipated and I felt like dancing. I was so giddy I wanted to squeal and run around.

I walked down the stairs and looked at Sander.

"Hey." I said.

"If only she knew..."

Notes

Hello I am back!
I had family over and a little mishap but I am back for good!
So Katie seems to be getting more aggressive huh?
Rami is losing it.
I wonder what Sander thinks?
Will she confront her on it?
Will Katie ever leave Rami for good?
Is Katie really there or is Rami feeling the side effects of paranoia?
Stay tuned and find out!

-a7x_deathbats6661