"I Know What You Need"A Story by Cody Williams After Dan finds out the horrible truth about his marriage, his friend Chris "knows what he needs". But it has purely terrifying results. “I Know
What You Need” By Cody
Williams
1. Dan placed both hands over his face
and let out a deep sigh. He uncovered his face and looked down at his golden wristwatch.
12:03 the watch read as he let out a
moan of despair. Dan looked back down to the empty shot glass that was sitting
on the bar in front of him. He just looked at it wondering where the whiskey
that was once inside of it has gone. The truth is he knew deep down that he had
already drank the whiskey, but he couldn’t really remember it. It was a blur. Dan looked down the bar to the bar
tender and motioned for him to come towards him. The bar tender placed a hand
towel over his right shoulder and walked over towards him. “How can I help you Mr. Richards?”
The bar tender said with a British accent. The man’s head was bald and clean
shaved. He was just slightly overweight and was wearing a tuition that was
hugging his body. Dan closed his eyes for a moment trying to remember if he had
spoken to the man before. He just couldn’t remember. He opened his eyes back up
and gave the man another smile. “Another shot my good man!” Dan
requested. The man smiled at him and nodded in agreement. “You mean another bottle right?” The
bartender asked him and he turned his back to Dan and grabbed a bottle of Jack
from shelf across from him. Dan looked at him strangely for a moment. “What do you mean another bottle?”
Dan asked him. “Why, you have already been through
two! This will be your third Mr. Richards.” The bartender informed him. Dan
closed his eyes but could not remember drinking them. He opened them back up
and smiled at the bartender who placed the bottle of Jack next to his empty
shot glass. “Forgive me, but I can’t remember
asking before. What is your name my good man?” Dan asked him. The bar tender
smiled and glared back at him. “Grady sir! John Grady!” The man
told him. Dan smiled and opened the bottle and then poured the shot glass full.
He slammed the bottle of Jack back down on the surface of the bar and picked of
the shot glass. Dan drank the whiskey and slammed the shot glass back down on
the counter. He made a strange facial expression of sickness followed by that
of pure satisfaction. He smiled, satisfied. But then the same feeling of
sadness and despair came back and he covered his face and looked down at the
black counter top of the bar. “Hey Danny! Why the long face?”
Chris, Dan’s best friend said as he walked by and patted him on the back. “Nothing!” Dan said angrily. He
poured some more whiskey into the shot glass and drank it. “Come on man! Is it Linda?” Dan
rolled his eyes and sighed. “No!” He said rather quickly. Chris
could tell that he was lying. “It’s okay man! It’s very
understandable!” Chris said as he sat down in the bar stool beside of him. Dan
sighed again and took another shot of Jack as his eyes started to tear up. “I mean, I gave her 7 years! 7 years
of marriage! I thought we were happy!” Dan said getting emotional. “Then she cheated on you.” Chris
said. Dan nodded and placed his head down on the counter top of the bar. “Come on man! Everything’s going to
be all right! Just let that b***h out of your mind!” Chris said. Dan raised his
head from the counter and looked at him in the eye. “I don’t know if I can!” Dan and
Chris sat in silence for a few moments. Chris reached over and grabbed Dan by
the shoulder leaning in close to him. “Come with me! I know what you
need!” Chris whispered into Dan’s ear. Dan wiped his eyes and the two stood from
their bar stools. Chris reached into his pocket pulling out a one hundred
dollar bill and slid it over to Grady. “It’s on me!” Chris said. He motioned
for Dan to follow him and the two men walked out of the living room into a
hallway. “Where are we going?” Dan asked as
he followed Chris down the hallway to the door at the end of it. “In here!” Chris said as he turned
the doorknob opening the door. The door swung open revealing Chris’ home
office. Chris reached over to the light switch beside of the doorway and
flipped it up turning on the lights. He walked over to his desk, sat down and
propped his feet up on it. “Come on his and have a seat!” Chris said as he
pointed to the two wooden chairs on the other side of his desk. Dan walked in
and sat down as Chris reached into the top left hand drawer and pulled out a
plastic black case. “What’s that?” Dan asked interested. “Just a little something to make you
feel better.” Chris assured him. He flipped up the black plastic latch on the
side of the box that held it shut and opened it. Inside of the box were twenty
little paper joints that were hand rolled. Chris put the box down on the desk
and pulled one out. He reached back into the drawer and pulled out a red
disposable cigarette lighter. “Weed?” Dan asked surprised and
somewhat hesitant. Chris just sat there, smiled, and shook his head. “This is not just a measly drug
Danny! It’s something far better! Something that will make you forgets all
about your damn soon to be ex-wife.” Dan looked at him still with a shocked
expression. Dan’s never done weed. He was an alcoholic, not a druggie. He took
pride in that. He may have drunk like a fish, but he never did drugs like that.
They just weren’t as satisfying as that cold can Bud in his hand or a strong
shot of tequila that he would often rest on his left tit while being slouched
down in his recliner in front of the TV. But at this point her didn’t really
care. Dan wanted anything and everything that could get his mind off of Linda. Dan reached down to the box and
pulled out a joint and put it up to his nose and sniffed it. It smelt weird. It
did smell like joints that his older brother used to try getting him to smoke.
No, it smelt very different. “Where did you get these?” Dan asked
before placing it between his lips. “It’s a funny story actually. One
night while I was walked down an ally as a short cut to my way home I heard a
woman calling out from the darkness. He stepped out into the light of a streetlight
and motioned for me to come forward. I did and she pulled out the box. ‘Are you lost son?’ She asked me. I
could still smell the odor of her rotting body. She was old. I mean real old.
She had to be at least 102 years old. The old woman was short and fat. Her
lightly brown colored skin sagged and her breasts drooped almost down to her
stomach. Her eyes were glazed over as if she had severe cataracts.
She was wearing something like you would see a gypsy wear. Maybe that’s what
she was. She had to be something
magical in order to give the wonderful gift.” Chris said as he gently patted
the black box. He put his feet down from the desk and sat up leaning in closer
to Dan. “I told her that I wasn’t lost, but
she didn’t believe me. She continued to bother me before she finally got me to
buy the joints. At first, I didn’t think much of them, but then I smoked on.
Don’t ask me why. I guess I just felt like I needed to. The old b***h did say
that these were not just weed. She told me that they were some sort of special
weed that can make you feel how no other drug can. I dismissed it as
bullshit…at first. Then I tried one. Call it curiosity if you must call it
anything.” Chris continued. He grabbed the lighter and held it up to the end of
the joint that was in Dan’s mouth. Dan, surprised by this, coughed in took in a
long inhale of the smoke. He exhaled. Chris was right. He did feel better. It was as if he was baptized and all of his
troubles and worries were washed away. For the first time since he walked in on
his wife and her new lover, he was happy.
2. Dan woke up in for the first time in
weeks calmly and with no tears in his eyes. “Chris?” He called out with a dazed
look in his eyes. The truth was, he felt great. The best he had felt in years.
He sat up in his chair and looked around. Chris was nowhere to be seen. He
looked at the black box that was once full of joints but only contained one. “I guess we almost went through the
damn box didn’t we Chris?” He asked beginning to laugh. There was still no
answer. He sat there for a moment and just tried to remember why he was so
upset. He couldn’t. Did he care? He decided he didn’t. He sat there in silence
before he began to hear a strange noise. He stood up from the wooden chair
caught himself on the desk after feeling dizzy. Dan shook it off and walked
over very slowly to the other said of the desk. What he saw was enough to bring
him out of this dreamy state imminently. It was Chris. As best he could tell.
But he was covered. Covered in marijuana plants. They look like they just sprouted
from his skin and had been growing for months. Chris looked very poufy now. And
much larger than before. His hands looked like they could easily wrap around
Dan’s neck and choke him to death. The thing that used to be his friend
Chris stood up slowly and began to make his way over to Dan. His eyes were like
a red laser beam shooting out of a pitch-black room. Dan backed away quickly and the creature
followed with his arms sticking out like a zombie. But he wasn’t a zombie. Not
a normal one anyway. But he did move slowly like one. He wasn’t really human
either. Dan knew this. The words he tried to speech came out were grunts like
something that would come out of the Frankenstein monster’s mouth. Dan continued to quickly back his
way from the creature until his back hit Chris’ gun case. Chris was a hunter.
He had a massive gun collection. Dan got an idea. He pulled back his right arm
and forced his fist through the glass of the gun case. He reached into it and
pulled out a 12 gage shot gun and then reached down at the bottom of the case
to pull out the shells. He loaded the shotgun and pointed at the thing out of
instinct. Dan turned the safety off and pulled the trigger. The creature’s head
was blown off and green blood oozed out of it. Dan covered his eyes in discuss and
couldn’t help but wonder what the hell happened. He placed the butt of the gun
on the floor and leaned it up against the gun case. He gingerly walked back to
the desk and picked up the black box. He took the one joint that was left and
stuck it behind his right ear and turned the box over to where the bottom was
facing up. At the bottom of the box was a small
rectangular sticker at the bottom. The sticker read in small green letters:
WARNING! PRODUCT CAN BE VERY ADICTIVE! IF TAKEN TOO MANY, HAS BEEN KNOWN TO
CAUSE UNUSUAL SIDEAFFECTS! “No kidding!” Dan said as he looked
over to what used to be Chris. He threw the empty box into the trashcan beside
of the desk when a crazy feeling come over him. Dan reached up behind his ear
and pulled out the last joint. He knew he shouldn’t, but he needed it. He
craved it. He placed it between his lips and held the lighter up to it. He took
it out of his mouth and exhaled. “F**k it! What else do I have to
live for anyway?” He said. He put the joint back into his mouth as he could
hear the faint sound of an old gypsy woman somewhere laughing with enjoyment. Copyright 2014 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment
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Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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