ding ding dong sped up by Gunther

you touch my tralala The seams look stretched beyond capacity. The elephant bulges out and gives me a knowing smile around his large tusks. He knows what I'm avoiding.
My eyes fall reluctantly on a leather bag buried in the corner of the room, stashed between a table leg and the wall. It's much nicer than my duffel bag, but sports no weight-lifting pachyderms at all. I pause to pull open the curtains on my way over to the hidden bag. Morning light peeks in and I see the beginnings of an early day. Birds and children on vacation hop around the parking lot below, chirping and picking up small pieces of trash off the ground. Most of them would probably head into Boston today. Hotels are much cheaper outside of the city. Will I need a map of the area? Do I even have any maps at all?
In the two weeks I've been staying here, I never actually went into the city. I just needed a place to hide for a while. I check the time on a cheap clock on the bedside table""the elephant flexes as my eyes pass over the duffel bag""and sigh heavily as I squat down to pull out the bag. There is a pile of my clothes squished against the wall. I tried to wash the blood out of them but got only a revolting shade of brown instead. I don't know if any of the cleaning staff saw it. I requested that they didn't come in, and almost never left the room, but you never know for sure.
I gingerly loosen the straps on the leather bag and flip open the top. White bricks, pills, and bags that look to be filled with unfamiliar spices. Narcotic, hallucinogenic, depressant. I think that is what they are. I don't know. Those are the only types of drugs I know. My high school Health class is the full extent of my knowledge on such matters. It's not important. I know that they are illegal, and that's still not the important part. What's important is the pistol resting on top of everything, black and grooved and dully catching the thin stream of light creeping past the bottom edge of the curtain. I'm afraid that it will get up of its own will, turn and fire into my lungs. And that would be a simple ending to all of it, I suppose.
The gun actually did fire at me, a couple of weeks ago. I heard the bullet scream past my ear as I drove my knife into the man's neck. I huddled against a dumpster in that alley for half an hour, shivering and""damn you for knowing it""crying. I eventually managed to drag myself up against the wall, where I shivered some more. After many minutes, I picked up the man's gun, pulled my knife out of his neck, vomited, and then took his keys and his car and, hiding in the back seat, his leather bag filled with drugs.
The elephant was waiting for me on the kitchen table when I went home that night, smiling because we both knew that it would have to come eventually. The suitcase sat underneath the table, and I'm sure it would have laughed if it had the capacity to do so. Nobody will miss me.
And this is why the phone call terrified me. I never even listened to the message. The hotel phone blinked incessantly beside the bed. Nobody is supposed to know here I am. Nobody is supposed to even care where I am! I have to get out of here, wake up somewhere new tomorrow. I zip up the duffel bag over the gun, the last addition, and sling it over my shoulder. As I approach the exit, the doorknob rattles against the lock and I freeze. "It's really more of

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[michaelct11]

I would dj with this song

[xXPurpleLoliTranceXx]

I like it.: