Everything was the same. The same boring room. The same boring house. The same boring school. And the same boring life. Everything was so boring! He had no motivation to do anything. He often spent hours at a time doing nothing but staring out a window or sleeping. His life was absolutely dull, and he wanted a way to spice things up a bit.
Really it all began with a joke. Victor sat there staring at an apple that was on the table. He had already memorized every inch of the fruit and was now just day dreaming. He began thinking about what it would be like if the apple would begin to talk to him. He imagined all the funny conversations they would have. All the ironic quips and funny puns. He even smiled to himself.
"Apple, What would you do if I ate you?"
Really he didn't expect the fruit to reply. He only said this for amusement. To, you know, try not to be so boring.
Victor immediately jumped. Where did that voice come from? His head snapped from side to side trying to find the person that spoke. But there was no one else in the room. No one but him and this apple. His gaze fell slowly onto the apple. It couldn't have talked. Could it? No. That was crazy.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Victor shot back in his chair almost forcing himself to fall to the ground. The apple did speak! He saw it! Victor shot out of his chair and stumbled backwards. This must be a dream. He just fell asleep looking at the apple and daydreaming that it could talk. That was all. Surely he would wake up soon. He pinched himself quickly just to make sure. Clenching his eyes shut he waited for himself to wake up. Nothing happened. alright, so he wasn't dreaming, but what other explanation could there be? He wasn't crazy and inanimate objects couldn't talk!
"This can't be happening...."
He muttered at he ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He must be hallucinating, the only problem with that was, he didn't do drugs. Perhaps one of his drinks were spike! By who? No one else lived with him.
His alarm on his phone began to ring. It was time for morning classes. Leaving the apple on the counter and his confusion on the floor he headed out the door. He only had to walk across the street to get to his chemistry class.
Once there he sat at his desk. A sheet of paper was already laid out there. He took a pen from his pocket and went to write his name,
"What are you doing!? Let go of me!!"
"You better not get ink all over me. I'm brand new and clean!"
Victor dropped the pen. He almost screamed, but stopped himself because that would let everyone know he was crazy. But he wasn't crazy, was he? What other explanation was there? So he just sat there looking at his paper and pen in utter horror.
"Victor are you alright?"
The teacher up front was speaking to him. He must have been speaking for quite some time because the entire class had already turned around to stare at him. They all saw him gazing in horror at his pen and paper.
"Uh... Yes. I just... I don't know if I fed my cat yesterday and... Well, I didn't feed him today either... I hope he's not dead..."
Victor tried his best to cover his look up with a lie. A lie that was immediately seen through by his friend who sat next to him.
"You don't have a cat."
"Yes I do! I- I got it two days ago... It's new... I-I should go. Ya know, check on him..."
The teacher nodded as Victor shot out of the room. He ran across the street and back into his house. He then turned and locked the door. The apple still sat on the table.
Hours past, and Victor was still gazing at the fruit. He was waiting for it to talk again, but it didn't. It was completely quiet. By about one o' clock he found that he was very hungry. Famished even. The closest thing to him was the apple. Carefully he picked the fruit off of the table. It said nothing. It wasn't until he had raised the apple to his mouth that it began to speak again,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! DON'T HURT ME!!"
Victor dropped the apple,
"I'm sorry! I'm just... so hungry..."
"What where you going to do? Eat me! You're sick!!"
Victor tried his best to defend himself,
"No! You see, humans eat fruit. We have to to live!"
He got up and quickly went to the refrigerator. He opened the door quickly and took out a banana and a pear. He then walked back to the table and set the other fruit down. He snatched up the pear and held it to his lips.
"No! Please! Don't eat me! I have a family!"
He dropped the pear and snatched up the banana. As he was about to peel it the banana began to speak,
"Stop! You'll kill me!!"
He dropped the banana. all the fruit was now placed on the table in a half circle around him.
"I'm sorry! I have to eat something!!"
All of the food in his house began to chant at once,
"Not us! Not us!"
The noise was overwhelming. He tried to cover his ears to block out the sound but nothing his did helped.
"Fine! I wont eat you! Any of you! You're all safe!"
Three Months Later
The police arrived at Victor's front door with the owner of the home. The owner knocked a few times on the door before fumbling with a bunch of keys.
"I haven't seen this kid in months. He hasn't once payed his rent and I want him out of here!"
He finally unlocks the door and all three men walk into the home. As they stepped in they were immediately overwhelmed with the smell of rot and decay. The landlord had to cover his mouth and nose as the police walked deeper. They all walked into the kitchen and came across a most gruesome sight.
There at the table was a very emaciated Victor slumped over the kitchen table. Around him, were many different kinds of fruit that had been arranged in a half moon shape around him. flies were everywhere. Maggots squirmed around in Victor's face. The fruit where nothing but dead black husks now.
Because he couldn't eat food that was begging for it's life, Victor locked himself inside his house and starved to death. All the while surrounded by food.