My Cathy's Portrait

By Genamus

I was yelling and calling my best friend Cathy to help me out from that room. Bad acting, but it was real. The feeling of being alone padlocked in a dark room was insane; and attacked by a tornado-like, which incredibly twisted my body. I became a beautiful portrait torn into pieces. I thought of that as an experience of Don Quixote’s innovative wild imagination. Fiction, but I felt it.

Forty minutes ago, I saw the dying tree outside of my room, and it became artistically beautiful.  I felt scared when the resident green-eyed lizard maliciously stared at Cathy’s framed portrait which I hand-painted for her coming birthday. I covered the portrait with my smelly sheet and gave the lizard a bad finger sign.  Little did I know, I was holding the bulky portrait and uncomfortably sitting, answering queries from ugly policemen.

When Cathy’s naked body was found floating in the river, I wanted to jump off the river with a gun in my head and accompany her forever.  God created that river to guide me. I started having a relationship with that river at age 7. It  was my personal angel.  Cathy found me weird then; but a year after, she also started asking wishes and throwing stones like a magical coins. We even created a ritual dance step after wishing, and a general salute before leaving.

The night before, Cathy had a confession. She was secretly having an affair with her stepfather. That was her last story. I threw stones one by one wishing Cathy would forgive me, and did my ritual. I left her and the river a grand salute.

I stood up, hands in my side pockets. I got a twig in my head and started talking almost like a devilish Luther giving orders to behead a hero. When I was about to command ‘Die!’, the air struck back and lifted me in the air. I stood up and continued yelling Cathy’s name. I saw my best friend’s blank face, beautiful as she was even without emotion. I intensely hugged her. The air became more horrible.

I just felt the effect of superb works by devil geniuses who turned good deeds and trusts into a total ‘planned’ corporate SCAM. They turned poor peoples’ lives into poorer and worst gave false hopes to parents who only thought of providing good lives to their children. Painful that I can only get cheap amount compared to the real amount my parents has invested from their hard working days and nights.

Three weeks ago, I opened a BPI ATM account as a first step to beg money that was really mine. The begging scheme was as shit as this; PET Plans Inc. issued a Statement of Accounts stating the amount that I am expecting to receive in two parts. First, the Earned Value Fund (EVF) 1 which can be withdrawn anytime, the amount depends on its prevailing stock market value. Second, the EVF 2 which can be withdrawn on its maturity date, also the amount depends on its prevailing stock market value.

How to convert these EVFs into money is just like counting 1 2 3. One is done. Two, I need to wait a week or two to receive my EVF 1, which until now week three, I feel that PET Plans Inc. and BPI are conspiring against me. Three, I have to wait for its maturity date on 2010 to receive the EVF2. Oh well, everything seems bullshit, and devil geniuses behind PET PLANS must be paddled a hundred times from each plan holder while being hanged at EDSA fly over; taken to Commonwealth road and die.