Ripped Label

Jeff pulled the rumbling car off onto the shoulder of the interstate. The engine rattled and banged to a grinding halt.

"Fuckin piece a sheeeit!" he yelled as he punched the roof.
"Try to relax Jeff, you've been wound up all week. Just take it easy, I'm here for you."
"It's just all this... oh god, all this nonsense. How do you explain it?"
"I can't. Let's just hope that Dr. Benjamin can."

Shannon had moved in with Jeff less than a year ago. At first things were normal enough. After 2 months Jeff began doing strange things to her belongings. Sometimes he would put vinegar in her mouthwash, or place dead crows in her undergarments drawer. Other times he would burn her hats in the toaster oven, and then place them upon her head while she slept.

These strange occurrences did not go unnoticed. One night she woke up to him totally naked practicing karate moves on a snowman in neighbors front yard. The entire block came out to watch. She had told everyone, including the police, that he was sleepwalking.

As the months came and went she could no longer make excuses for him. He had lost his job at the office after they had found a collection of urine bottles stashed away in his supply closet. Each bottle labeled perfectly with the date and precise fluid measurement.

A close friend recommended they go to a specialist. They both agreed and immediately set up the appointment. Shannon remained hopeful until the car's engine died on the way to the office. She began to cry as Jeff slammed his fist into the steering wheel.
He tried the engine again, and like his tired heart, they both knew it wouldn't turn over.