I have black gloves that I put on when I kill things, or rather, I put them on and kill things. I cannot control. There are many things I cannot control, and this is one of them. Another: the sadness I create.
On the airplane I killed Jenny. I’m sorry, Jenny. Gloves.
I killed Trillion and Kris as well. I’m sorry as well. Black gloves.
Making my way to the front of the cabin, I strangled three people. Jenny, Kris, and Trillion. I could not stop myself. I was wearing my black gloves. They were the only people I knew in coach.
The stewardess stopped me before I reached first-class. She was really nice. I wasn’t allowed past the curtain, she said. I had forgotten about this rule. I turned around and returned to my seat next to Jenny, where I had killed her just a few minutes before. I was still sorry, and a little sad.
There are a lot of things I cannot control.