Day (Part One)

When Norman woke up, it was morning, and he was an astral projection. Laying on his bed was his corpse. The sight probably should have alarmed him, but he felt nothing. His death was only temporary after all.

Norman waited in his room for about an hour for someone to discover his corpse. No one came. He was supposed to have been at school already, so he was surprised his mother hadn’t come to nag him.

Bored, Norman decided to go find the woman.

He found her slumped over on the kitchen table, asleep. Next to those damn letters. Weirdly, she was wearing a uniform. A fast-food uniform. Did she get a job recently? When did she have the time? She was always home when he got back from school. Always.

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The uniform looked worn. She had clearly been working for a while. Norman was confused. Could she have been on the night shift?

Maybe… all those nights when he had heard the front door creak... She was… Oh…

Norman was starting to feel a bit bad for all of those times he had yelled at her to get a job. Why hadn’t she just told him that she had already gotten one? He didn’t understand.

He shook his head and glanced around, spotting her letters.

For the first time ever, he looked at them.

They weren’t letters. They were bills. Expensive bills.

Now he could understand why she was depressed. But why did she owe so much money? Why didn’t his father just pay off the bills?

Norman was stunned. It was like he knew nothing about his own family. The whole faking his death thing was hardly going as planned. He suddenly felt a bit worried about how his mother would react to his body.