Messie

I sit here and wonder to myself, how did this come to be.  I have incredible amounts of money, so how did I end up in this crap hole of a house.   Shouldn't I be out, helping others with their problems?  Of course I should!  But no, I am here at the house cleaning Messie's mess.  How she got such a name, I wonder.  Would someone really name their child Messie? And then let her aspire to be a slob?  So I decided to confront her with her unseemly problem.  I considered inviting my friend Phil over, but I hadn't time. 
"Messie?"
"Huh" she said, and burped loudly.  I was disgusted.
"I really think you need to make change with your-"
"My what?" said Messie, clearly getting angry.  I had stopped speaking because my other roomy, Marten, had appeared and shook his head.
"Perhaps it was nothing, I forgot..." I said, then ran over to Marten.
"What?" I whispered.
"You do not want to get on her bad side, I know you're new here but I thought you would have some sense not to mess with Messie."
"There needs to be a change." I said raising my voice a bit.
"A change in what?" I heard Messie say from the other room.  The anger had returned to her voice.
"What changes?" said the twins in unison.  A creepy habit of theirs.   They were my other two roommates.
"Um, well I think Messie-"
"Should relax for the day!" cried Marten.
"What were you going to say, Oprah?" Messie seethed. "Just because you're rich you think you don't have to do dishes?"
"You never do dishes." said one of the twins, Mary? Maria? I always forgot her name.  The other one was named Joseph, I knew.
"Yeah, I have been thinking you need to pitch in a little more around here." said Joseph.
"AND WHY IS THAT!" Messie roared.  Marten cowered on the floor.  From the beginning I had known he was a pathetic man.
"Because you are a useless fool and of no use to the rest of us!" I screamed.
"Maybe we should-" Joseph started, but he got a boot to his face.  Mary/Maria was screaming then.  Suddenly the door burst open and our estranged neighbor stood in the doorway.  I had met him just a day earlier and I had immediately know something was wrong with him.
"Whats going on?" he said in a strangley high pitched voice.
"You stay out of- glach!" Messie tried but a cord had appeared around her neck. 
It was Marsha! Yep, I remembered her name.
I glanced at Joseph who was on the floor and did a double take.  His whole face was caved in.  I then looked at the struggling Messie, who was slowly weakening.  She had steel toe boots!  The puddle of blood on the living room floor terrified me.  It was an awfully large amount of blood for one person to lose.  And then I passed out.

To be continued....

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