A First For Everything.

In life, there would always be a first to everything;

The first time you ever had special feelings towards someone,

The first time you got into that sweet relationship with your special someone,

The first time you kissed your special someone,

The first time you got laid, a memorable sexual experience between you and your special someone,

The first time you and your special someone travelled to new places, went on wonderful adventures together and had so much fun spending time with each other,

There would always be a first to everything. . .

And ultimately, the first time you would experience the soul-crushing, devastating and cruel feeling of heartbreak after being brutally hurt by your special someone.

Finally, there would always be a last to everything. . .

The last straw enduring all of his excesses and bad habits. You’ve endured so much. So much that you had to let it all out, like an exploding sun.

That was how I felt.

I loved Zach. He was my everything; my first love, my first kiss, he took my virginity and I went on so many, many, many remarkable adventures, escapades and interesting journeys with him. I really loved him. I meant well for him.

“Our forever love”, he said. He promised that we’d be together till the end- “No one shall ever put an asunder between us”, he said. And as the loving fiancé that I am, I was just making sure he fulfilled his promise, till the very end.

These were the last words I said to my dear Zach, tears streaming down my eyes as I caressed his soft brown hair lovingly, enjoying it’s chilly sensation on my laps . Occasionally, I would turnaround and look at the backseat of my car where the other parts of his body were carefully wrapped in a large sack, as I smiled affectionately.

Who knew you could do so much damage with a pocket knife?

     I had to leave the party abruptly to dispose of Zach’s earthly remains, six-feet underground in some nearby forest. He’s probably in hell right now burning in flames, but at least he’d be thankful to me that I preserved our bond and made sure he kept to his promise. Such a sweet guy. May his loving soul rest in peace.

I also had to make a quick impromptu stop at the apartment I shared with my twin sister here in Queens and stack her body carefully and lovingly in the deep freezer. Sisterly love, an unbeatable force.

Trust me, the hardest thing I had ever accomplished up till date was moving those two bodies out of the bathroom stealthily and unnoticed- they weighed a ton, or maybe I just needed to start working out more.

Nevertheless, the task of an undertaker was almost too easy for me though, being that everyone was occupied and annoyingly engaged in their useless party games.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Richard.

Ah. So yes, in life, there would always be a first to everything;

And that day, it was my first time to murder someone special.

. .

My best friend Ria, had just got engaged to her long-term boyfriend. Their engagement party was in three days. I had never planned to leave town that early, but being that I had just committed a felony, their engagement party would probably seem like a good excuse to be out of town on short notice, don’t you think? Well, on second thoughts, would it though?

Whatever. The engagement was the only thing I could think about.

So before leaving my apartment, I scribbled a note; “Summer and Stormy are off to Vegas for an engagement party. Would be spending some time there.”

     That would hopefully suffice as an explanation for at least a week or two.

After that. . .

Well, the universe would provide a solution to every problem inevitably, right?

     I also had a quick change of clothes at home, being that my dress had been stained and ruined with Zach and Summer's blood and guts, plus dirt from when I had dug Zach a very befitting grave.

He had always gushed about how much he loved nature and the wonders of the earth. He never let an opportunity of spending time with mother nature; flowers, trees and all the other crud, go to waste. He would be so proud of me that I made his permanent resting place quite a haven in the woods. He’s definitely closer to mother nature now.

  I had buried my dress in my backyard. It hurt because it was an expensive dress, one of my favorites. But something tells me Mrs. Parker’s dog would dig it up in less than a week. Oh well.

After all that, I took my pet cat, Savvy, took my credit card, packed a few clothes and other necessities, got into my car and embarked on my journey. My flight was booked for the next morning. Perfect timing. So I had just had to find a hotel to lodge at for the night. But definitely not a hotel here in Queens- I would shit on myself at the mere sight of a police officer. So my destination was to the next Borough, Brooklyn. Besides, that was where I had booked my flight.

     The road trip was a sorrowful one. All I could think about was Zach and how he cheated on me with my sister. I was still bewildered and shocked from it all. Like, when did it all begin? The Zach and Summer chapter, when did it start? All under my very nose and I was stupidly blind enough to not even notice that my fiancé was sexing my twin sister behind my back. Fuck.

I was beyond shattered, badly heartbroken. My heart was in a hazardous, battered state and all I could do was cry my eyes out, eating the frozen yogurt that I had bought from a drive-thru restaurant while I listened to the Sour Album by Olivia Rodrigo play on the radio. Savvy on the other hand was a good girl, being just the sweet little kitty cat she had always been as she snuggled herself on my laps and that alleviated my grievances a tiny bit.

My hands got tired of driving and eyes got tired of crying at a point, I needed to rest them. And there was no hotel in sight yet! But before I continued my search,I needed alcohol. Fast.

     I pulled over at the next pub I came across. It was a strip club. It was called Pent-E’s-Down. That seemed promising. I poured into Savvy’s bowl some of the milk I had brought for her and was also generous enough to add a side dish of canned tuna to her meal. After kissing her bye, I shut my car door and entered into the strip club.

“Just keep bringing me more and more shots till I’m tired of drowning myself in my own misery.”

That was what I told the bartender when he asked my order. He demeanor remained docile, practically unmoved by my statement. He had probably come across a lot of people like myself at this bar, he’s appeared to be used to it.

He nodded and turned to get my order. I like him. Obedient and doesn’t ask any questions.

   I swiveled my chair around to view the pole-dancing strippers do their thing as I awaited the arrival of my order. Men of all kinds were seated in the audience- although, they were mostly advanced in age, hollering and cheering at the female dancers in utterly amused visual pleasure doused in disgusting horniness.

Dollar bills flew around in the air, hard currencies dispensed by the rich government officials, businessmen, doctors, lawyers and the likes in attendance. Their tables stocked to the brim with expensive wine and alcohol, scantily dressed ladies with obvious botox-enhanced faces and glaring Kim Kardashian-Butt-Surgery-Gone-Wrong behinds sat by them, stroking and caressing their bald head and big bellies as the rich daddies made it rain on then.

However, the middle-class, low class and hobos in the audience could only but watch their richer fellow men get all the exclusive enjoyment while they made do with the few bottles they could entertain on their table. The sad, unfair balance of this maze we call life.

My order finally arrived and I dived right into it. Shot-by-shot, I downed every single glass and the bartender went on to bring more and more refills, just as I had asked. So I drank. I drank and drank and drank as I watched the strippers twerk down the poles and grind on the crotch of men that were probably old enough to be their fathers, and also probably had their wives and children waiting for them to return home.

I drank even more and more and more glasses, until I had had one-too-many drinks to think about dead Zach, my late sister, Summer and how quick my life had just fallen apart.

I had never been that drunk and at the time, I felt like I was going to be throwing up till next week. But for some reason, I liked the feeling for though it was a two-edged sword, it had cleared my head of all the worrisome thoughts that flooded it.

I was perturbed. I just sat there, staring into a blank space and couldn’t really comprehend anything for my head had morphed into a dark mental abyss. That was what I wanted. Mental peace. Internal calmness. Fuck you Zach.

“Hello, good evening.”

Someone greeted me, I think, and sat on the bar stool beside me. I couldn’t be bothered to reply his greeting, to hell with it for all I care. He had better not try to strike up a conversation with me. I would appreciate if he would mind his business, just like the good ol’ bartender had.

I could feel the person’s piercing gaze maneuver all over my being. And his gaze on me felt judgy and cumbersome.

Anyways, the bartender brought in another round of shots for me. He set them down on the counter and that was my cue to look away from the nonexistent thing I was staring at and focus on my life-saving, apocalypse-ending drinks.

    Reaching forward to grab a shot, the man beside me-I supposed he was a man, exclaimed in concerned worry.

“What? That many shots already and you still want more? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

He berated me. I knew it. I knew he had been judging me all these while. He probably thinks I’m some crackhead alcohol addict. Although, he himself seemed to had gotten some booze tonight too, he sounded kinda drunk; despite bold and profound, his speech did seem a bit slurred and drowsy. Hello? Who was he to try to correct me then? Hypocrite!

“Excuse me sir, I think you should do well to mind your own damn busi-“

    My statement got cut short when I looked away from the damned shots of vodka and came face to face with the man. He was a man alright. A very attractive one at that, with the most beautiful pair of midnight blue eyes I had ever seen.