by Totenbuch Christ
She was speaking of the tiny little insect that followed me around every day. The insect's name was Rep.
"Rep's at home," I said. He was.
"Is he sick?" the teacher asked.
"Only of you," I replied, for this was the truth, and though it was rather rude, Rep had always taught me to tell the truth. He wouldn't have wanted me to make up a story about some dire illness.
The teacher laughed lightly, though a little uneasily.
"Rep won't be coming back to class until you die," I said to the teacher. This shocked her, and she didn't say anything.
This was exactly what Rep had told me. Then to my astonishment I saw him. It was Rep. He was behind the teacher. Why had he returned when he said he would never?
The teacher said something to me. I did not hear her for I was concentrating on Rep. He had an iron rod in his hand and was sneaking up behind the teacher.
"Rep's going to kill you," I said. I pointed. The teacher scolded me; the rod raised.
"Look out!" I screamed. It was too late, her head bounced off the floor and her brains flew into the wall with a splat.
"Why Rep?" I said. "Why?"
Rep didn't answer. He was staring at me. Why was he staring at me like that? His eyes revealed his thoughts. He thought that I was a traitor.
What was wrong with Rep? Why had he suddenly snapped like this? I ran from the room crying, called out for help. It arrived and soon everything was over.
Rep had lost his grip on reality. He wasn't a bad bug. He really wasn't.
Is there no justice?
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