Bill

Verhaal Engels

He woke up with an almost numb face,                                                                                                                                                                      Out of a bed that almost looks out of place.                                                                                                                                     Step by step slowing filling his cup,                                                                                                                                                     He took his first sip and something came up.

‘I hate poetry’. That kind of person was Bill. He does not really like a lot of things, to be precise he doesn’t really like anything . He just despises things. Every day he looks out of the window and looks for anything to despise. It feeds him, it strengthens him and it helps him grow. When he finds something ,he starts to curse it out, wish the thing its death or end and spits once out of the window as a sign of disgust. Bill starts everyday with the standard ritual. Slowly waking up, filling his cup of coffee, find things to despise thereby he preps himself to go to work

. As Bill walks out of the door he thought to himself ‘I hate white dogs with black dots’. He could have crossed at least 20 white dogs with black dots but somehow the story changed. While Bill walking towards his work. He sees a kid pulling a chewed chewing gum out of his mouth. Thinking to himself ’I’ll be so fucking pissed if he threw it away on the ground ’. But the kid actually threw it away in a bin with a paper wrapped around him. Bill was very surprised. He almost expected the kid to throw away the chewing gum on the ground. But he shook his head and kept walking toward his work. He worked at a paper factory, in the office. He expected his boss to pass by at 11am, to wish Bill a good morning. But for some reason his boss didn’t come by this day ,not even during lunch. Bill noticed something strange. He didn’t feel the need to curse something out, wish its death or end and spit on the ground. So Bill tried something. As he walked out of his work building, he thought to himself ‘I would hate to walk to work’. And right after that moment, a man, just outside the office building, won $200.000 from some scratch cards. The man was all excited he ran to Bill and said, ‘You see that red piece of shit there’ while pointing at a car very damaged, but the car still worked ‘it’s yours buddy, I’m getting myself a new one’ ‘Weeeeejaaaahhh!’. Bill was amazed at what happened. He got home as quickly as possible. Filled his cup of coffee and looked out of the window. It was light enough to still see everything outside. He decided to try ‘his gift’ a couple more times. The weather, the people, the cars, the buildings and much more changed. A couple hours later he smiled really satisfied outside the window. Than he fell on his bed. Full excitement because he couldn’t wait for tomorrow to change everything. But little did he know, tomorrow his ‘gift’ would not work anymore like today. Bill woke up the next Morning With a wet face. He looked to his side and it was, a white dog with black dots. He was amazed why it was here. He just thought to himself ‘I hate white dogs with black dots’ and he closed his eyes. A moment later he heard the dog bark. He opened his eyes, stood up and said ‘What!’, he thought to himself, ’Did I lose it?’. He looked  to his bed’s pillow and thought. ‘I hate that pillow’. So the dog jumped on the bed and starts ripping the pillow apart. ‘That’s kind of funny’, he thought to himself as he drew a small smile. But his face turned quickly neutral. He realised he couldn’t make the dog disappear even though he did not really like the dog. So he filled his cup of coffee and walked to the window, the first thing he noticed was the mailman, ‘Such a stupid mailman’, he thought to himself. Right after that he saw the dog running out his house. He turned away from the window and wandered what is he up to. He turned back to the window and full surprise he sees the dog attacking the mailman. The mailman ran off. As soon as the mailman was no more in the sight of Bill. The Bill returned back to Bill. The dog sat next to Bill like the dog was his sidekick. Bill sat down next to the dog, he pets him on his head. And thinks to himself ‘might as well give you a name, Heat’. So Bill went to his work as the dog followed him. As he entered the building he was worried that someone would send the dog away, but strangely nobody really mind. As he walked through the hallway. He noticed his boss. He said, ‘Not this guy now’, as he drew a frustrated face. But then the dog sneaked behind his boss and took a leak on him. The boss somehow did not notice it. So Bill entered his office with the dog following him trying to keep his laugh in. He sat down on his chair with his dog next to him. He petted him on his head saying ‘That was pretty funny’. That same day he and his dog walked back to home slowly. Thinking to himself ‘I really like this dog I must say’. Bill stopped on the middle of the walkway sat next to his dog, petted his head and said ‘I think I found something I like in this world’ as he drew a true smile. The dog starting running and barking through the street out of happiness. As Bill turned his head around. He heard a screech from a car break. He quickly turned around and saw hate hit by a car. Bill was so shocked that he became numb he almost couldn’t breathe let alone move. As he looked at hate, he saw that he was dead. And the driver didn’t even care, he just backed up and drove around the dog. Bill slowly picked Hate up and dragged her and brought her to the forest. There he dug a grave for him and dropped him inside it. He took a last look at Hate and started closing the hole in. He then patted himself on the shoulder, turned away and started to walk out the gloomy forest with tears running from his eyes. He was sad that Hate wasn’t there anymore. But as he stepped out the forest, he saw another white dog with black dots running around. It wasn’t Hate ,he knew that but ,he stopped crying, wiped the tears from his face and drew a little smile. ‘Hate isn’t here anymore, but it was nice to have had him here’. He looked around and thought ‘Maybe it’s time to look for something nice in this world’.