Kapitel 1: chocolate is poisonous to dogs?
"Hey, how've you been, Jason? Where's Angie?" asked Michael, a man in his 30s who used to be in special forces but because of mental instability he was on a long vacation.
Michael was a close friend of mine. He'd been away for a while and left me with a simple task: take care of his beloved dog, Angie who was assigned to him by a psychiatrist as a form of therapy.
"H-Hey, Michael! You're back! Did you finish... whatever you were doing? Want to grab some drinks?" I stammered, nervously trying to divert the conversation. I couldn't let him find out. He'd murder me.
"Maybe later. I just want to shower, rest, and see Angie," he said, glancing around looking for something which was probably his dog.
"Angie? Oh, yeah! She's probably outside playing with the neighbour's dog," I said, throwing out a lie and praying he wouldn't catch on.
Michael squinted at me. "None of my neighbour's have dogs, Jason. Where is Angie?" His tone was shifting from curious to concerned.
'damn it, he noticed,' I thought, my internal alarm bells screaming like a fire drill. This was bad. Very bad.
"Jason. Where. Is. My. Dog?" he said again, his voice sounding very terrifying.
"I-I'm so sorry!" I blurted out, my panic hitting its peak.
"WHERE IS MY DOG?!" he roared, shaking my shoulders—and possibly my soul.
"S-she wasn't taking her medicine," I began, my words tumbling out like a confession. "So I tried to trick her by hiding it in chocolate. I didn't know chocolate was poisonous to dogs! I'm sorry!" My voice cracked as guilt hit me like a train. Angie was a great dog—sure, she only attacked three kids, but that's besides the point.
Michael froze. "You fed Angie chocolate?" His voice was filled with disbelief and the kind of pain usually reserved for monologues. "You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."
I lowered my head, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm so sorry," I mumbled.
"I don't want an apology! I want my dog!" Michael shouted, his voice breaking.
"I thought she'd like it! Please forgive me!" I yelled back, tears welling up as regret engulfed me.
Michael's face twisted into an expression I'd never seen before—part devastation, part anger and part hatred. His grip on my shoulders tightened, and for a second, I wondered if he was going to tear me to shreds,he wouldn't right?!.
"You killed Angie!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "and you—YOU—fed her chocolate?!"
"It was an accident! I didn't know!" I cried, waving my arms in self-defence as Michael began pacing the room like a madman.
"An accident? Jason, I trusted you! You were supposed to take care of her, and now she's—she's gone!" His eyes darted toward a kitchen knife on the counter.
I followed his gaze, my blood turning to ice. "M-Michael, let's not do anything rash. Remember all the good times we've had? Like that one time you borrowed 20 dollars from me and never returned it? We're pals, right?"
Michael didn't respond. He was already reaching for the knife.
"Oh, come on!" I protested, backing away. "You're really going to kill me over a dog? A very trashy dog at that—"
Wrong choice of words.
Michael lunged at me like a madman, and I tripped over the coffee table, landing hard on my back.
"Michael, wait! Let's talk about this!" I pleaded, scrambling backward as he loomed over me with the knife.
And just like that, it was over. One swift motion, a lot of blood, and my last thought was: 'At least I won't have to pay rent next month.'
***
"Note to self," I muttered, "never agree to dog-sit again."
I sat up, groaning as I took in my surroundings. The room was simple: a desk, a bed, a closet, and a window that looked out onto a breath-taking night sky.
"Wow," I whispered, momentarily distracted. "That's beautiful... Wait, no, focus! Where the hell am I?"
As I tried to stand, my head felt like it was going to explode. Pain exploded behind my eyes, sudden and overwhelming. Then it hit—a tsunami of fragmented memories that weren't mine. Faces, voices, and places I'd never seen flooded my brain like a broken faucet.
I screamed, collapsing back onto the floor. Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my head, looking like a kid who just got coal for Christmas. The pain only intensified, and my vision started changing—first blurry, then a mess of red as warm blood trickled from my eyes and nose.
'Make it stop!' I begged desperately.
And then I saw her. Angie.
She was sitting there in the corner of the room, tail wagging happily, tongue lolling out in pure delight. Her stupid, excited face stared right at me, as if she were enjoying my misery.
"What the hell, Angie?" I choked out through gritted teeth. "You think this is funny?"
She barked—a bright, cheerful sound that sent another wave of pain through my skull.
'Is this because I accidentally killed you?' I thought bitterly. 'I get it, okay? I screwed up! But isn't haunting me a little extreme?'
Angie wagged her tail harder, and for a moment, I swore I saw her form flicker, like an old TV. I blinked rapidly, but there she was again, grinning at me like she hadn't just spent her afterlife plotting my downfall.
"Angie...?" I whispered. A sliver of doubt crept in. Something felt off, but the pain was too overwhelming to piece it together.
Then, as if the universe wanted to make things worse, another surge of memories hit me—this time faster, more chaotic. my head feeling like it was about to split open.
"I can't—!" I managed to gasp, my voice cracking.
Angie pranced closer, her tail wagging so furiously it could've powered a small wind turbine. Her glowing eyes locked onto mine, full of what I could only describe as vengeful glee.
Through the haze of pain, I tried to focus on her, but my vision blurred again, the edges of her form warping and twisting. Was she even real? I couldn't tell anymore.
"Angie, you evil piece of—"
Before I could finish, the pain made me black out.
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