Gluttony.

Oxford’s dictionary defines it as habitual greed or excess in eating. In a way that’s probably the best introduction I can give you… whoever you are.

I’m writing this down in a journal, I like keeping track of my…stuff. Yeah, that’s the word. Anyhow, this will be the only entry; who I am doesn’t matter, all I wanna talk about is about my special door.

When I was a little, little boy; I lived in a big house, a place where I would spend much of my days alone since my parents weren’t exactly…caring. It was lonely, miserable in fact, I didn’t have any friends (don’t have any now…not that I need them anymore), so I lived plain life, nothing exciting, there was no joy.

That’s when I heard them call me. They’re voice, it was like music, a light of hope shining upon my empty existence. They had called me at night, when my parents were sleeping, they called me down to basement, a place that did not exist in my house, not until that moment.

I walked through an extensive flight of stairs. I reached a long corridor, the walls are a beautiful white color illuminated by a single fluorescent lightbulb. At the end of this hallway, there is a door, it’s design simple and graceful, a marvelous piece of wood, bewitching in its beauty; next to it sit two buckets of “paint”, both, a wonderful set of equipment.

As my unworthy hand touched the door for the first time. I heard them, they told me my mission, my purpose. The door…it needed to be fed, it begged for susteance. How could I not help…after all, they had given my life meaning.

I went back upstairs like they told me. My father kept a gun locked in a drawer, I opened it and loaded it like I was instructed to. I killed my mother and shot my father’s limbs, paralyzing him; I painstakingly took them downstairs, they were heavy.

I painted the door with the “paint”, it brought me pure joy for the first time. I opened the door, threw my dead mother through…made my father watch every second, it was absolute bliss; seeing him cry, scream, pray to a non-existent god.

“Worry not” I told him with a reassuring smile, “You can be with them now!”.

And so he fell trough the void behind the door, to paradise. That was the first time, I’ve repeated this for countless other. All of them couples, I’ll make one of them deeply suffer, make them simmer in misery before I send them to the heaven behind my door, one after the other, they’ll see the true meaning of life.

But after everything I’ve done for them. I can’t help but wonder…when will it be my turn go to paradise.

I hunger for more than being just a simple servant.

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