This Man Has No Best Friend (Tammy)

I can't seem to wash this blood off my hands. It's all in my nails and in the crack of my palms. God, she made me do it. She just couldn't stop talking! However, I will be okay. I just change my name, move to another state, no... another country and then start a new life. Yeah, that's what I'll do! I will start a new life.
But then...

Hashish! There is a knock on the door. (My heart goes tadap, tadap)

Who could it be?

Do you think someone heard her screams of terror and called the police?

Do you think they found some sort of evidence that would link over to me?

Maybe I was followed!

Oh my boots! There is blood on them. (I'm biting my nails.)

Maybe I left bloody footprints leading to my place. (Knock, knock!)

Uh, uh! Should I open the door? (Hard knocking on the door.)

“Who is it?” I ask. But there is no one there.

“Who is it?” I ask another time. Still no answer.

I open the door to find no one. Okay... I think I'm making this too big of a deal.

Just relax, take a nice shower, and put yourself to bed Henry.

Yes, yes. That's what I will do.

Yeah! Put myself to bed.


I sat in that bathtub instead. I couldn't bear to stand up; because my knees were to weak. Huh...

Silence at last. With every minute that passed by, I felt to less regret for my action. I was glad I did it.

Ever since she came into my house, there has been no such thing as silence. Again, I was glad. I held her blond hair in between my fingers, and I slit her throat. Even her last minutes on earth were nothing but noise. But all is fair in love and war.


Now, my hands are starting to shrivel; time to get out of the water. Ugh. It's as if I'm seeing a mirror in the tub- if not, that is a reflection. I can't seem to stare at myself. However, I do notice this man that stands in front of me. I like this man. He represents everything I am not. No, he represents everything I have now become. (TAP, TAP)

What was that? That sound is so familiar. I know I have heard it before.

(TAP, TAP)

There it went again, that annoying sound!

It aches my head, and makes my ears feel as though they are bleeding.

I've gotten rid of you. I know I have. Now your ghost is here to haunt me.

Can't you leave me alone?

Can't I sleep for once?

Your blood dripped from my hands. I have proof that you are gone.


The noise stopped. I guessed I showed him whose the man aloud here. For this, man has no best friend.

Tomorrow I will plan my getaway to another country. I will be damned, if I spent time in prison for you. I made the world a better place by getting rid of you; one down and a million more to go. (Yawn)

Well, that's enough pondering for tonight. Now all I have to do is just close my eyes.


“Hello honey we're home.” My wife calls out from the front door. Grrr. No sleep for me yet.

“Tammy! Tammy! Where are you girl?” Calls out my ten years-old daughter.

Melinda. “Daddy, where is Tammy?”

“Gee I don't know. She was here a minute ago.” I reply.

My wife says to me. “It's not like her not to greet Melinda at the door.”


I kept my cool. Meanwhile, Melinda came back fro the room sounded in tears.

Melinda. “Daddy! Tammy is gone!”

As I fake my reaction. “Oh no honey, really? Give it time, maybe she went out for a little air. She will be back.”

My wife says. “No. It's way too late for her to be out; I'll have to call the cops.”

My knees began to shake as she picked up the phone.

“Hello, yes. I'm calling for a... (Knock, knock.)

God, there it goes again. My heart goes- (Tadap-tadap)

I say. “ Melinda, go and check who is at the door.”

She opened the door only to find a cop holding a piece of a gold medal in his hand.

The cop asks. “Excuse little girl, where is your mother?”

My wife hangs up the phone and then asks. “Here I am. What's the problem here?

The cop says. “Well, I find this gold medal that leads us to the address of your house.” He hands over the gold medal to my wife.

She cries. “Oh no, not Tammy!”

The cop asks. “was this your dog ma'am?”

As I'm trying to comfort my wife. “honey don't cry. She is gone now. Tammy is gone. I did for us. You”

Oups! I say too much. What the hell is wrong with you Henry?

She screams. “Did what Henry?”

She pulls my pajama top “Did what Henry?”

The cop asks. “Did you kill your dog sir?”

Melinda Screams. “Daddy no, how could you?”

I tried so hard to hold it in, but my foolish pride wouldn't let me. I was so proud of what I did.

I say. “Yes, I killed that damn dog. And I am happy I did it. There has been nothing but noise since we bought her, but no more of that!”


(Slap!) It was more shocking than pain. My wife gave me the most discussing look and walked away.

Now the cop places the handcuff on my wrists. He then says. “You are under arrest for the murder of your own dog Tammy.”