Biscuits and Quarks

“Why….Why are you showing me this? I can’t see anything! If this is another scheme to pay me in biscuits… you’re out!” I howled angrily.

“ Aren’t they cute”.  Pan, the crazy kid savant, whispered happily holding out his hand. I had recently  used up all may patience at collage having to sit through a slow seminar on physics, why was he  annoying me now. Why couldn’t he just pay me his overdue rent and go kill little children like crazy people like him do all the time.  

I should be nice to him, a quite smart kid with issues. But no, I was annoyed and had to spit it all out at him.

“what!” I asked ferociously, “Are you talking about”

“My pets” he answered

“What” my voice dripping malice, “ are they.”

“Quarks,” he answered.

“ So Your imaginary friends,”… more malice

“ They tell me they are”  he said. I ran outside and screamed for a minute, why me… why, out of all the people in the world my tenant was this guy.  I, ”had to wait a year before kicking him out”(Article One, Section 3, of the Agreement*)

When I calmed down I walked in, turned around  and saw him holding his hand out manically, I… I just kept turning. I decided that my house wasn’t the best place for me to be.

“They like you too” the last thing I heard from him.

I walked to the park, I needed the peaceful serenity of the Durino Wicker Park.

I sat down and looked up Quarks on my tablet, the first thing that popped up was:

An elementary particle with an electric charge equal to one-third or two-thirds that of the electron. Quarks are believed to be the constituents of baryons and mesons. (Encarta Dictionary)

“No wonder I couldn’t see them,” I laughed,” they were microscopic!” then I wondered why did ne call him his friends…. Oh, I forgot he is skitsofrenic.

I sat there reading, several police cars and ambulances. I played no attention I lived in a big city.  I looked up Google news “Oscar Pistorius charged With Murder,” “Christopher Doner Believed dead.” All news that I had heard before.  Then I went to the local news, “Schizophrenic Man Dead” stared at me ominously. I clicked on it panicked:

A 20 year old schizophrenic man was found dead in his duplex,  a knife in his back. We suspect foul play. Pan Lawrney was a tenant of Jake Benger’s  house for 3 months and “was always giving Jake a hard time” says his neighbor, Bob Sernen,  “maybe he had had enough and killed him.” Witnesses say that they saw Jake screaming minutes before he was killed. They also say after he screamed he went in and came out . Jake is the number 1 prime suspect for this case. Police are dusting the scene for more information. 

I jumped up I had to tell them that I was not guilty. I ran home and saw police crowding the scene I walked up to the head officer and tapped him on the back he flinched grabbing his taster and pointing it at me. “Whoa,” I yelled, “I didn’t kill him I swear.”  Suddenly, he  handcuffed me and pushed me into the back seat of a police car.

When we got to the police station I was dragged out and taken to a room with a bright light and white walls. The officer walked in and sat on the opposite side of a table, hooked up a lie detector and asked me my name

“Jake”

Suddenly the world shook violently and ended