Break In

I was home alone in the apartment I grew up in and thought I heard the front door being messed with. I went and made sure it was locked before returning to whatever I was doing. I came back later to find it slid open like a patio door, even though it was a regular door, and a woman standing outside my apartment. Feeling confident, I freaked out and demanded to know what the hell she was doing trying to break into my house. She said something about a kid left a doll up here, but I knew that was a lie. Then a man forced his way in and began looking around my house and messing up everything. I had a knife from the kitchen and ran up and stabbed him right where his heart should have been, but he didn't even flinch. He simply said something to the effect of "that hurts" and kept poking around my house. At a loss, I tried to shoot him in my mother's bedroom with Jimmy's gun, but it wasn't even loaded. I went to look for my gun, and another guy found his way into my home. This one was a white guy with semi long blond hair and a southern accent (the other guy was a black man in a white tank top). I tried to shoot him with my gun, but it didn't seem to affect him, and when I shot him with my father in law's gun, he just looked at me like I was stupid. The gun didn't even make a loud shooting sound, just a sort of whoosh sound.

Don't Try To Come Between Lovers

I was upset because these two girls were living with me and Jimmy and one was an ex who hadn't gotten over him yet. The other didn't seem to seem to have much interest in him and looked like my coworker. I got upset and left one day. Eventually Jimmy and the girls and some other friends found me and I made some stupid speech about how Jimmy was mine and I wouldn't allow anyone to come between us. He kept saying stupid stuff though, so I ran off again. Later I came home, expecting the issue to be fixed, but instead I found Jimmy and this girl lying in a room on separate beds and talking. I was upset and cried and yelled at them, and the girl said she would never give up. I yelled at them some more and ran off to a nearby playground. There was a piece of equipment that looked like sort of a human cubby hole and I removed a small spider web and hid in there to cry. After a moment it started moving and I realized I was in the bed of a truck. I put on my best male voice (because pedos don't like boys apparently) and told the driver I didn't know he was taking the equipment and asked to be let out. He thought I was some boy he knew and told me to come sit up front and he'd take me home to see his wife Barbie and have her cook me something. I jumped out of the truck and just ran back home to find Jimmy in the room, but the girl was gone. Come to find out he stabbed her with a paint pen and somehow hid her body in a poster on his wall. Not behind it, mind you, actually in the art. Like he shrunk it down and stuck it there or something. I didn't scold him. In fact, I think it turned me on and we wanted to have sex but Jimmy said his dad was home. Later we were in a bright room and people were bringing over cards to sign and gifts for the girl's parents. I told Jimmy would be by soon and we had to play it cool. He kept pacing and acting uncomfortable though, but I felt fine. I told him he needed to stop acting weird because the cops would notice and we passed notes and stuff about our plans. For some reason I was taking chewable Tylenol and trying to decide how much to give our son without killing him. Jimmy brought me a note and a friend of ours also approached me. Out of nervousness, he faked a New York accent and tossed me the folded up paper, saying something like "here ya go, Slick!" I laughed and told him he was silly.