rico

You were friends with Rico
It was pouring rain, and you didn't bring an umbrella. Someone told Mom, "Don't let this fucking rain." You should have listened to Mom. Now you're soaked.

Rico pulled up in his car and offered you a ride, but you declined. You don't like cars, and a sense of foreboding was swirling inside you.
He shrugged:
— As you wish, little fish. Swim, mermaid!
And he left. His mouth was open for a couple of minutes. "Weirdo."
There was nothing left to do, and you returned home like a rag after washing. Mom gave you a good beating.

A couple of months later, he returned, seemingly a different person. You weren't the only one who noticed the strangeness, but no one paid it any mind. A friend had returned, wasn't it a miracle? You hugged him and asked him questions, but he said nothing.

You were out with friends that evening, and someone invited Rico to come with you. Someone suggested going to the site of a recent accident.
You were walking, turned to your comrades and accidentally fell into a ditch.

• Ugh, now I get it, I'm in deep shit, - you touched something with your hand.
  Cold. You looked and saw Rico's body.
  After all, you were just walking with him.
  "Why are you so pale? It's like... you saw something wrong," Rico said emotionlessly, looking straight into your eyes.