Dear Friends,
Marcy stood up slowly and walked into her kitchen for a glass of water. The clock on the oven’s control panel said it was 3:57. I need a .357, she thought, but she quickly dismissed the notion. She couldn’t kill Jimmy. He didn’t exist. She also knew that getting rid of Jimmy was not going to get rid of the curse he had bestowed on her.
As she drank her water, she reflected on how the last few days had gone. Pangs of guilt flowed through and over her when her mind went to Jonathan. She knew that was her fault. What she didn’t know was how bad things had really gotten. She had seen the new version of the movie, but… she couldn’t go there just yet.
She refilled her water and headed back towards the stairs. Jimmy was still sitting where she had left him, but he didn’t seem to notice her.
“Jimmy,” she whispered.
He didn’t look at her. In fact, he didn’t move at all.
“Jimmy, please. I have a question for you.”
Nothing.
“Jimmy,” she started again. “Why is the movie different now? Why is Jonathan in the movie? I have to know.”
Jimmy turned and looked at her.
“What are you talking about, Marcy?”
“The movie. It’s different now. I think Jonathan is hurting people in it.”
“I don’t know,” he said blandly and turned to face the wall on the side of the stairwell again.
“Has this happened to you before?” she asked.
“No. I’ve never been out of the movie until now. I thought I told you that a bit ago.”
“Not in so many words.”
“I was hoping you might know why I am here. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be anywhere but back at the hospital running my lines.”
Marcy was starting to feel sorry for him but stopped herself.
“I have one more question, Jim.”
He looked at her with a look that showed real pain.
“No one calls me ‘Jim,’” he responded. “No one has ever called me ‘Jim.’ Not ever.”
“Do you know what’s happening to me? Are we in danger?”
Jimmy looked at Marcy. He tried to tell her with his eyes that she was going to be fine. He really did love her, and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she was the first “real” person he had ever been able to see or hear. Maybe it was because she reminded him so much of Nurse Dayna.
“I don’t know, Marcy. I really don’t. I wish Nurse Dayna were here, though.”
“What could she do?” Marcy asked with a slightly annoyed tone.
“I don’t know, but I wish she was here. She loved me first,” he said.
“She’s just a character in a movie, Jim,” said Marcy as she walked on up the stairs.
*****
See you tomorrow.
AI is creepy sometimes. I put "Friday Vermillion in a nurse uniform" into Dream.ai and this is what I got. Maybe the AI overlords like my story.
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