NY from the Sky

I slipped in all the blood. I found the note.
I grabbed what I could find for clothes. One of her kids Teletubby T-shirts, a dinner jacket, a pair of my old jeans. They still fit.
I dial Cassabahn. Before it rings...
"Yes sir?"
"I'm in NY. I need to leave now."
"Yes sir, I have your location, a car will be there in five minutes, stand by."
Thank God for GPS. Those little metal beeping objects orbiting the iris of this planet as God looks down. Thank you.
"Sir?"
I slip in the blood again, so much blood. The note, smeared and crumpled yet screaming those few words at me.
"Sir?"
"Holy fuck."
"Sir, have you any additional needs?"
Wait. Wait. What the Fuck.
I see it now.
"yes. Cancel the car."
"Sir?"
"Cancel it Cass. I'm fine."
"But sir-"
I hang up. He's more used to my hangups and hangovers than anyone else alive.
Yet I know he's still watching from those floating satellites...far above. Part god, part-hired-by-daddy.

I breathe. Read the note again. Stupid cunt. This ends now!
I'm down the hallway before I realize I have to piss so bad my legs are burning. I just stop and let go. For what these idiots pay for this carpeting, someone's bound to clean it sometime. I notice my blood-soaked hands, one holding my spraying blood-soaked cock.....Marilyn, you fucker.

Neverending pissing drains my fear, puddling up around some poor fuck's doorjamb. Room 22.

Please, Please someone try to give me shit! I need to go off.