EPT
16:00 PM. Jeremy enters the LAN House. He quickly consumes the first beer and cigarette. He quickly listens to that Pearl Jam song with his name. Another beer. Young Jeremy no longer can see properly. The game starts at the LAN. Jeremy is like a god among his friends. The only place where someone can be happy in this life is in a video-game.
12:00 PM. Lunch is on the table. The orange juice is in the cottage cheese cup. Jeremy is in his chair. His father spits the food onto the dish and his right hand flies toward the face of Jeremy's mother. Her face flies towards the blue wall in the room. "Salted again, you bitch!" She gets up, dizzy. The world spins and a strange and wicked music follows. She picks up the plates and goes to the kitchen in silence. "What are you looking at? Want to get beaten too?"
Jeremy looks at his dad as if he's a mirror. The bearded face that smells like cigarettes is already part of his life. It is already in his dreams. But Jeremy isn't quick enough to not think, and a punch hits him on the right eye. Jeremy goes to the floor, on the brown carpet that smells like wax. Better to not get up.
Jeremy plays like a boss. He shouts at his teammates while their strategy is executed, but it ultimately fails. The game is still tied.
Silence in the kitchen. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes. Jeremy's father gets up and take off his belt. Still on the floor, Jeremy prays. One of those old prayers that never work, as he already learned. As the silence continues, Jeremy wonders what happened. He finally gets up and moves into the kitchen. His father is in a chair. On the floor, a woman in agony. Her wrist badly slit by a butter knife. Another big knife is buried in her heart.
The opponent counterattacks and manages to get a great advantage. Suddenly, everything looks lost. Everything looks hopelessly lost. One of Jeremy's friends shouts at him: "It's all your fault, you motherfucker!"
Jeremy's father takes the knife out of his wife. Suddenly everything looks lost. Hopelessly lost. Looking at Jeremy, he proclaims: "It's all your fault, you motherfucker!"
Jeremy is dragged to the living room under kicks, punches, knee hits, expletives, and centuries of abuse. When he crashes on the sopa, the butter cheese cup falls onto his hand. Broken. When his father pounces against him, his hands pierce his father's neck with the broken cup. Silence.
The silence in the LAN House is broken by a warcry. They start fighting. A punch passes close to Jeremy's face while he knocks down another guy with his own punch, made of pure despair. On each opponent, one father. Maddened by pain, despair, and beers, he shares his dispair with the world.
The apartment is silent. Jeremy turns his father's body over. He takes $50 from his wallet. He goes to the kitchen, kissing and decorating what's left of his mother's face.
A bullet hits Jeremy. Silence. The newspapers publish that Jeremy was a murderer. A maniac that killed both father and mother and went to play videogames with his friends.
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Many thanks to Firebolt for proof-reading this. I wrote this small stuff thinking on this song.
