Spoiler

By Soloman Bosman

“Okay stop, I own you, you don’t own me. Jy’s myne. Ek gaan jou net gryp en jou vrek maak!”

One hundred times over, one hundred times the same damn thing every flippen day. Jy’t alles van my weg gevat, but not this time. “Hey Spoiler, jy maak you laat.”

Mommy always told me I was a good boy, I always felt good about it though. I would smile and love her more and more each time she said it, but something always didn’t feel right, it’s like I couldn’t accept what she was saying.

I always felt empty, it’s not because I didn’t have friends or anything, I always felt unappreciated. Luckily Spoiler was there for me.

Spoiler would tell me the most insane things ever, and he always got me in trouble. Mommy never liked him, “Spoiler is bad for you, get some real friends!” But ek mean man, Spoiler wasn’t that bad, I mean yes, it was wrong of him to tell me to throw my neighbours windows out for no reason, but after he told me to burn all my mom’s underwear, I got addicted to all the things he told me to do. Like killing my mom’s work uniform, drawing a penis on our fridge with permanent marker, I also put all our furniture outside on the lawn, but that wasn’t me, that was Spoiler.

I got addicted to the adrenaline rush or the sensation of doing all those things. But I didn’t know Spoiler was actually controlling me. Alles het reg gevoel.

Spoiler made me feel good enough. One morning I got up, the sky was blue and the sun was hot, but dark, Spoiler told me that he has good plans for us today.

He got me into buying this pocket knife by the shop down the road. When we came back, he told me to sharpen it a bit en ek doen soos hy sê. He said softly, “Erick, sit on you bed and trust me, alles gat alright is.”

So, I sat, I had a bad feeling in my gut. Five minutes later, he told me to cut myself thrice on my left arm. So, I did, it was painful but it felt so good.

Then he tells me to put the blade through my heart until it pinches my soul.

I was about to do it, I trusted him and he told me everything is going to be alright.

The blade was pointing in the direction of my heart, aiming for my soul. Just as the blade of the knife touched my skin, ek kyk op, en kyk directly innie spiel wat voor my bed staan. As I’m looking in the mirror, I see Spoiler, looking at me and laughing.

The cuts from my left arm starts to bleed rapidly. The knife falls out of my right hand, when it hits the brown tiles it makes a sound that woke me up, I shook my head, and wiped my eyes.

Hies bloed op my hanne, I was in total shock and all I could hear was mommy’s voice in my head, I had flashbacks of all the times mommy shouted at me and warned me about Spoiler.

I got up, picked up the knife, and blood was everywhere, dripping out of my arm. It was painful, but it felt so good.

I moved close to the mirror. “Jy Spoiler. Jy’t te ver gegaan. Ek het jou nou. Jy’t vergeet jy’s myne. Jy’s in my kop.”

I took the knife, threw it at the mirror, I made sure it caught Spoiler’s soul.

“R.I.P Spoiler.”

Mommy always told me I was a good boy, but Spoiler appreciated me and made me feel good enough. He made me feel like enough.