The Accountant

As I mentioned before I went to the accountant's office the other day. It's a big office, countless accountants, but I went to see a specific one. A new boy in  town, so to speak. His name is Dante Espinoza. I'm been told that he is a genius with numbers and predictions. So, I went in there all business. Until I enter the office and I saw him. It was D. Funny. D stands for Dante, very clever there. Ha, ha, ha.  I was shocked or flabbergasted, but I maintained my cool. We shake hands and I sat down. Gave him the papers that he needed. For work, of course.

It's weird. I didn't feel the same feeling, nothing paranormal. The air was normal. The only physical differences between the two was their hair. D had longer and unkempt hair, he had a professional medium hair, but they were both brown. His voice is identical. He has to be him. I was about to asked him about Candle Cove, but his phone rang. It was his girlfriend Jane or something, it took him an hour on the phone until he remember I was there. They (D and Dante) are both impolite pricks. If I was a detective, I would have snatch him, right there and then.

He didn't apologize for wasting my time. So I asked about Candle Cove to him. He denied it. I asked about Brandon Morris, he said he doesn't know who he is.  I tried to maintain my cool. This person is the exact doppelganger of my childhood boogeyman. I deserve an Oscar for my performance of maintaining my cool. I asked anything I could had ask to him. He didn't know jack. Either he is a lookalike and it's just another red herring or he is a very good actor.

He asked me to leave because I was creeping him out. I asked him about the faceless one, my imaginary friend. He looked at me. This was it, an answer. He said, "What are you on? Really, you have an amazing imagination. I want some. Fuck, this place it's boring as shit. An escape from this machine. That is what I want." I was dumbfounded, he continued talking about bullshit. In my mind, I just wanted to punch him. choke him, something to just make him shut the fuck up.

I decide this wasn't leading me anywhere.  So I abruptly ended our asinine conversation, he said to give him a call. So we can talk ideas, great because he believe we could make it into a movie or a series. My life into a movie. That would be the day. I  got out of the building. taking in the toxic city air. Looking at the busy city life, I looked at the other side of the street. I saw it. My imaginary friend was there. People walking pass it, as if he was just thin air. I needed to reach him/

 I ran through the traffic, I almost got hit by a car. I reach near it, he vanish in a blink of an eye. How? He was right in front of me.  I looked back at the building where the office was. I looked straight and then I looked up. I saw it again with a little girl on top of the building. The little girl was walking toward the edge. Oh, my god. I started screaming to someone to look up.

Someone have to save that girl. No one answer, they all looked at me as I was crazy.  A policeman stop me, I was pointing up at them. He said he doesn't see anything. I looked up again. They weren't there. I looked at the police officer, his face became D's. He was smiling. He said "Is that what you want for your daughter?" I started to cry and I scream and insulted him. Lucky me, it was a real policeman, after all. The policeman put me into custody, for a day. Obstruction and insulting an officer.. Ha. It's all a game. In that cell, it got me thinking about my past. I said before,  maybe the answers lies in my past. I have no where else to dig.