Television for Six Hours a Day (standard:Psychological fiction, 1355 words)
Author: Sachiel	Added: Nov 19 2003	Views/Reads: 3275/2290	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Being the story of James,a 18-year old boy,and Sam,the man who is in his television.

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you remember this dog? *picture of black lab flashes on screen* Its 
soft,black fur,its cute little nose...who did it belong to,James? 

James:That was Mrs.Dickenson's dog. She's my next door neighbor. 

Sam:Yes...do you remember what happened to that dog? 

James:Yea,it died. Got hit by a car and died. I saw with my own eyes. 

Sam:Or so you told everybody... 

James:What do you mean? 

Sam:I can see past your bullshit,James. You and I both know that it
didn't happened it like that. Something else happened to kill that 
dog,something that a simple mistake on behalf of a blind driver... 

James:That's what happens,I swear to God! 

Sam:Come now,James,I don't think swearing to God is going to protect
yourself from the truth. You killed it,James. Cold and heartless. You 
ended the life of that poor,defenseless little puppy...didn't you? 

James:...no.... 

Sam:Still think it's a lie,don't you,James? I guess I must disprove your
lies with the truth. Watch now... 

Footage appears on the screen of a little puppy barking. The camera
raises to the sky,where you see a sledgehammer raised,and it comes down 
with tremendous force. The footage cuts off before impact and James 
sits there with his mouth open... 

Sam:No need to bore ourselves with blood,gore,and the like. How can you
disprove that,James? How? 

James:I...I did it away from the eyes...I did it so that no one would
catch me...I just wanted that dog to shut up... 

Sam:Of course you did,James. It was a good plan,a very well-made plan.
You could of fooled anybody with your act. But not us. We see what you 
do. You cannot hide that from us. Still,that was not the worst of 
it,was it? You still have some skeletons in your closet,James. Let's 
see if we can't dig them out together.... 

James:That was the worst thing I have done...I'm not lying... 

Sam:Jame,James,James...I guess you have forgotten this face already?
*The face of a cute red-headed girl,no older than 13 appears on screen* 
Ooh,she is a cute one,isn't she? What was her name again? 

James:Ti...Tiffany... 

Sam:You seem to know this girl very well,don't you? 

James:No,we only met one night... 

Sam:Oh,well,I guess you two got real close that night you met. Just
talking,was it? 

James:Yea...that's all we did. 

Sam:James,if I wasn't fool by your last attempt to get yourself out of a
particullary painful memory,what makes you think that this time will be 
any different? 

James:Ok,so we kissed... 

Sam:James...you disappoint me. I guess video #2 will jog your so-called
memory... 

*the video turns on to show Tiffny,obviously drunk,talking to the
camera* 

Tiffany:So,I said,blue,green,what's the difference?! It'll be the same
in the end! Am I right? 

*the camera nods to agree* 

Tiffany:Damn straight! Hey,what kind of Pepsi is this? It's making me
feel a...bit...*passes out* 

*Tiffany is picked up by the cameraman,who is still filming her,and he
carries her to a bedroom. He throws her onto a bed,and proceeds to 
disrobe her...* 

Sam:Oh...so,date rape was your little game,was it not? 

James:How...how do you get that....? 

Sam:Never mind how we got it,the question is what happened to that cute
little girl. You took it,didn't you? You took it from her that night. 
You made her bleed in ways girls are not supposed to bleed at that age. 
What happened afterward,James? 

James:She...she got pregnant. 

Sam:Yes...and then what did she do... 

James:She moved away... 

Sam:WRONG,JAMES! You know that to be a lie,and yet you still think you
could get away with it like you have so many times before! Watch,James! 
Watch,and find out what you have been keeping from the rest of us! 

*footage comes of Tiffany. She has a gun to her head and is crying. She
pulls the trigger,but is cut off before any blood is spilt* 

James:Why are you doing this Sam?! What does any of this have to do with
your job?! What?! 

Sam:*chuckles* Oh poor James,he sees what a terrible person he is,and
starts getting mad at me. Heh,that's exactly why I want you for the 
job. 

James:WHAT JOB?! 

Sam:As a slave and tester of torture methods,James. I gurantee you'll
have this job for a very long time. 

James:What...what do you mean. I don't want your job! 

Sam:I don't think you are in a position to tell me no. In fact,you have
no say in the matter. You had your chance to say no before the question 
was raised a long time ago,but judging by your actions,you have said 
yes many times over. 

James:No...it can't be... 

Sam:And now,dear James,your first assignment.... 

*a chair grabs James and some straps appear to hold him down to the
seat. Hooks from the ceiling are lowered and they dig into his eyelids. 
They pull up to keep him from blinking.* 

Sam:...you are going to test our latest idea:memory rememberance. We are
going to show you all the terrible things your life has brought upon 
others over and over and over...you will be done with this in...oh 
say...eternity? Well,I must leave you now,James. Enjoy your 
surroundings. Oh,and one more thing... 

*Sam walks out of the television with a knife and cuts out James'
tounge. Sam throws it to the ground and walks back into the tv.* 

Sam:*points up* Wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors,now do we? 

*Sam's image disappears from the television,and immediately afterwards,a
sledgehammer in the sky appears on screen* 

End


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