Jack & Marv

Jack was nervous. His eyes darted around the space of his empty, one room apartment. He had been living there for almost three years but had never taken any effort to furnish his tiny home. It had been about 2 weeks since his last "episode", and that's what made him so antsy. He took the little round pill bottle out of his pocket, removed the lid, and shook two ovular shaped pink pills into the palm of his hand. For a while, he just stared at them. Jack didn't like doctors. He thought they were all just a bunch of quacks trying to get sickly people's money.

"Guess I have no choice." He reasoned with himself.

He lifted his hand to his mouth, tilted his head back, and popped the two pills down into his throat. They tasted awful, like green peas. Jack hated green peas.

Soon his attention wandered to the singular table sitting in the middle of his mostly barren apartment. On it there were several pictures. One was of the house where he had grown up; it reminded him of a simpler time, a time when he never would have needed to be on an any kind of quack medicine. Another was a photograph that he had purchased from an arts and crafts store of a girl riding a bicycle. He wasn't sure why, but something about that picture had always drawn him in. The last picture was that of a tall and beautifully gothic structure. It was a church. Jack's church. He couldn't bare to look at it, yet it was impossible to turn away. His eyes began to fill with tears. He could not believe what he had done. What Marv had done.