The story of Mr Sheep
This story begins at the fall of the night. For many people it was the end of the day. Work was over and it was time to enjoy family life. For some people it was the beginning of the day. They slept until 5pm and were now ready for their night life.
But for Mr Sheep, it was time for nothing. He had nor day life nor night life. Well in fact he had some kind of day life. He worked in an office. But office work is anything but life. And he had no family to warm him up when work was done.
Lastly, he was too tired to get out at night. And even if he was not, he wouldn’t know where to go.
As every night he was going to eat alone, then watch TV and go to bed, still alone.
But this night the emptiness of his life hit him. He went to the bathroom, feeling the urge to take a look at his face in the mirror.
“Who am I? Where do I go? Why is my life so empty?”
As he was staring into the glass, he could hardly recognize the person staring back at him.
“When did I ever become so old? Worn out… expired. My whole life has slipped by, and what’s the use? Here I am, all alone and good-for nothing, knocking myself up day after day in this goddamn office, what for? What do I have? No friends. No family. Money? Not even that! Mr. Sheep… Mr. Cheap! If I died today, no one would even notice…” The gloomy thoughts were flashing by, running him into madness, leaving the feeling of void and forsakenness.
Oh, look at that. You’re pathetic!
The mocking unfriendly voice broke the silence.
You are just crying on yourself as usual. Why not commit suicide as well? You only have to open the window and jump.
Then, Mr Sheep turned his eyes to the nearer window, a small balcony in fact, and opened it. What he saw moved him slightly. There were some lights on the street. One every 30 meters. They were supposed to help the pedestrian passing by. These lights were artificial, cold and indifferent, but it was light. He felt like a moth. Attracted.
To jump or not to jump.
There you go, Mr. Cheap! One more step... – the voice was creeping in, breaking the tension of the moment.
“Who are you?!” – Mr. Sheep cried, as he stepped down from the window-sill.
Who are you? – echoed the voice. – You really wanna know? Who are YOU, that’s a good question. Do you happen to know? No? Thought so…
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!!!” – Mr. Sheep was shaking, as he was looking around trying to spot the mocker. “Why are you hiding? Scared?”
Scared? Of you?! – The voice broke into laughter. – Hey, that was funny! You’re a funny guy, Cheap…
“I’m not joking, you! Show yourself!”
I’m right here. Turn your eyes on the right. Here I am!
Mr Sheep was facing the mirror again. “Hey, if that’s another trick of yours…”
Joking aside, Cheap. Man, doncha get it? Tell me, are you really THAT stupid or you’re just putting it on? C’mon, Cheap, do yourself a favor and stop looking around - think! I’m not behind you, neither somewhere in the room. I’m closer than you think!”
As Mr. Sheep was scrutinizing the reflection, trying to distinguish a sign of someone’s presence, he suddenly bumped into his own image. What struck him was the sharp fevered glare of his eyes –HIS eyes?! And that devilish smile playing on his lips – where did THAT come from?..
“Wait a minute… But how can that be?.. ”
Making progress - that’s my boy!
Word by word, it came from HIS own lips. Obviously, the voice could control Mr Sheep’s facial expression while they talk.
“What the hell?! Are you saying that…”
No, WE’re saying that…you’re getting it, arencha?
“I’m a schizoid...”
Bingo! As nutty as a fruitcake! No hard feelings, amigo.
What are you?!!
I’m the hidden part of you. The one you kept behind the wings and never gave a fair chance. I’m the bad guy, the black sheep, and you’ll have to deal with me now because i won’t let you spoil our life anymore! I’m sick of your whining and whimpering! High time to get a life, Cheap! I’ll show ya what livin’ in style means! From now on, you’ll be doing what I want! WHOA!! Let’s go out and have some fun!
As the inner voice spoke, Mr Sheep’s face changed. His eyes were shining of naughtiness; his lips moved slightly to form a smirk.
“ So you are me. Or, better, a part of me...” A very annoying part of him in fact. The voice didn’t want to keep quiet. It was speaking, telling, chatting. Whispering or shouting words that disturbed our hero.
“ Well,ok, I will go wherever you want but please,please, stop harassing me like that!”
The voice stopped.
For 2 minutes there was no more talking; nothing but a big blank and refreshing silence. Then: So, my dear,let’s begin by the door. Walk to it;open it and go.
As he did so, Mr Sheep asked : “ By the way; how should I call you?”