Beep Beep Beep. Beep Beep Beep. “Don’t forget about the New Year’s Eve party tomorrow. Thanks ahead of time for volunteering your apartment this time.” Scrolled across his cellphone’s screen. Jack hadn’t volunteered his apartment, Claire did. At least he didn’t have to make snacks or buy alcohol. Jack walked around the apartment, picking up random socks and stuff here and there. Dirty plates and cups littered his glass top coffee table.
Jack cleared the coffee table and tried to decide if he should put some magazines down for tomorrow or not. He figured everyone would be too busy drinking anyway, so he left them on his bookcase. It had been a while, so Jack decided to dust and clean everywhere. He began in the livingroom. He wiped off the fingerprints from the glass top, vacuumed and dusted the TV.He could finally see himself in the screen. On to the kitchen then Jack thought.
He cleaned out whatever stunk up the fridge. The oven needed some tender love and care. Jack scrubbed the crust of something baked on from last Tuesday and wiped away the grease spots from the bacon he had that morning. Jack moved on to the sink and found the culprits of the mess still dirty in the sink. He poured out the bacon grease from the pan. Jack washed the dishes and put them in their rightful places and moved on to the sink itself. He used a disinfectant spray all over the sink and the counter. His head began to swim from the fumes, but went to the bathroom.
It wasn’t disgusting, but the bathroom definitely could use some work. He switched to “Scrubbing Bubbles” and sprayed the sink, toilet and shower. Jack could see the fumes in the air as he scrubbed and wiped. His sniffed the fumes and coughed. His mind fogged over. Static flowed through his body. His hands kind of became numb.Jack’s mind went on autopilot and just cleaned. Feeling took over and let go.
Ding dong ding dong.
“Jack? Are you okay?” Claire called through the door. She knocked again. Still no answer. Claire took out her key for emergencies and opened the door. The apartment was spotless. “Jack?” Claire called again. Some mumbling could be heard from Jack’s bedroom. “Jack” She moved into his room. “Oh my god, Jack, what have you done?” She screamed. Claire called 911. “Hi, I need an ambulance at the Schloafer Apartment Complex. My friend’s hand are bleeding, and I don’t know how long he’s been this way…yes I’ll stay on the line until they get here.” Claire watched as Jack kept cleaning. His fingers were bleeding. Bits of skin were missing from his fingers. Smears of blood stained everything in the room. “Help is coming.” He wouldn’t stop scrubbing.
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