Yeah... This is kind of... Weird. I had a fever when I wrote most of this, so it might just be a little out there. Sorry if this is too OOC or if I accidentally offended someone or something.
Na! Na! Na!
Come on!
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Come on!
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Come on!
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Come on!
Come on!
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Come on!
I spent two days hiding in that hole. It gave me time to think. Normally, for me, thinking is dangerous. Doing nothing but thinking makes me crazy. I get these ideas in my head that don't make sense and are probably something some irresponsible person with no common sense would think of, but this time, I didn't think of any of that. I mainly thought about Carl and Sarah and tried to make sense of what was going on.
I came across a realization early on in those two days. Carl and Sarah were never my friends. They never even liked me. They just wanted me for my blood. That realization hurt like fuck, but it was true. However, that realization raised many questions. Why do they need my blood specifically? Why couldn't they have just anyone else's blood? Is there something special about my blood? It seemed normal to me. Whenever I got a cut running in the woods or cut myself to see how much it would bleed, it always seemed normal. It came out dark red and eventually scabbed over and peeled off. That's normal, right?
I wasn't sure why but, knowing that Carl and Sarah were never my friends, just made me feel terrible. How could I be so stupid to trust them? I should have known that they were going to do this to me. I should have known! It's just so horrible, the feeling of being betrayed! It's like someone hooked an anvil up to a crane and just swung it at me over and over again until I was dead. I never wanted to feel this feeling again, so I promised myself I would never trust any person again. I'd trust Kao and Emma because they're my "would-be selves" or so they claimed. I kind of have to trust them. Other than that, though, I would never trust anyone again.
Na! Na! Na!
Come on!
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Come on!
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Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Na! Na! Na! Na!
Feels so good being bad! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I didn't wanna leave the hole, but two days of not eating was starting to get to me. I got up out of the hole and walked to a nearby lake. I had an empty water bottle with me in an emergency kit I always keep in my backpack and chlorine dioxide tablets. Even though you're supposed to use rushing water from a stream and not standing water from a lake, I didn't have much of a choice seeing as I've gone without water for two days and, if I haven't yet without realizing it, I'm gonna start experiencing the symptoms of dehydration soon. Plus, I don't know where there's a clean stream that isn't extremely polluted to the point where the fish look funny.
While I waited for the water to purify, I soaked my hair in the ice cold water and tried to comb out the tangles. By doing this, my hair reverted back to it's natural navy color, but I didn't care about that right then. I was more concerned with the fact that my stomach was currently trying to digest itself. Once I had gotten all the tangles out, I braided it back again.
After that, I grabbed the water bottle and walked back to the tree I was hiding under. I wanted to take a sip of the water, but I was sure not enough time had passed for it to be pure enough to drink. I decided to move some of the stuff out of my backpack so that way I could travel lighter than I was. I would take everything out of the backpack that I didn't need and move it to the duffle bag, which I would hide in the hole. I took the iPad, the laptop, and the books I had saved out of the backpack and put a spare change of clothes that I got from my duffle bag in. I also put in shampoo, conditioner, body wash, hair dye, and a cloth out of there, too. I was intending to find a public pool or a gym where I could use the shower for free that day.
At that point, after I had everything sorted out, I finally decided that it'd be fine to take a sip of water. I wasn't sure how much time had passed since I put the chlorine dioxide tablets in, but my mouth felt a little dry and I was beginning to feel a little dizzy. I already knew from past experience that I was beginning to dehydrate and I didn't wanna risk it progressing any farther and end up with permanent damage. I have to say, it was pretty good. It wasn't ice cold or anything, but it wasn't lukewarm. I don't know how to describe it, but it felt extremely good running down my throat. Maybe my dehydration was already worse than I had thought?
I had a number of snares set up around this area of the woods. Hunting is illegal, but I'm not one to obey laws. I went around and checked on them. Two rabbits had gotten entrapped in the snares. They didn't look like they had been there for days. In fact, they looked like they had just died a few hours ago. It made sense, though because it had been raining the past few days and the sun was out for a little bit this morning, so they probably figured it was okay to come out from hiding. However, right now the overcast sky had returned and it looked as though the clouds might decide to dump another few centimeters of rain on us. That's great. I'm gonna have to walk to the Hob in the rain. I sighed, attached the two rabbits to my belt and climbed back over the fence.
There's no way I'm going back! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh, the pain is my pleasure! 'Cause nothing can measure! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Love is great, love is fine! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Out the box, out of line! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more! Oh!
The Hob is an illegal black market that runs in an old abandoned warehouse that's only about a twenty minute walk from the woods. Everything is traded there from food to clothing to weapons to drugs. If you aren't a known criminal, you obviously don't belong there and people will make sure you know it. It's not that they aren't friendly or anything. Once you get to know them, most people are. It's just that they don't know if you're gonna snitch on them or if you're a nark. If you do snitch on them or if you are a nark, you're life will end faster than you can say "May the odds be ever in your favor.".
I came across it by accident. When I was little, let's just say that my parents- when they were there-had a pretty hard time keeping track of me. I could slip out of the house, go half-way across the city, and come back before anyone noticed. The woods was a place I discovered not long after some pretty bad shit happened to me and became a place of solace for me. One day I was exploring the area near the woods (Mainly, I was looking for a place with a bathroom I could use without buying anything.) and I came across the Hob. I didn't go in, I just watched what they did for awhile. To me, it looked just like the line of kiosks at the mall only darker and scarier and every now and then someone shot off a gun. Plus, some people were dealing dead animals for money. At the time, I thought it was disgusting. Not just the dead animals thing, all of it. But after I became desperate enough to skip school every day to go hunting, I got why they did it.
I sold the rabbits that I had for 30,000 yen. They were just babies, so it's not like they had a lot of meat or pelt on them. I then took 7,000 of that yen and spent it on a bowl of soup that an old woman was selling. I have to say, it was pretty good soup. It was tomato soup with a little bit of parmesan cheese sprinkled in. It was so good that I bought another one, and another one. It was at that point I realized I was having a hallow day. A hallow day is when you eat as much as you can, but you just can't feel full. You have to eat more and more until it gets to the point where your stomach gets too full and you (possibly) throw up. It got to the point where I had to force myself to walk away, even though my stomach was screaming at me desperately to go back and eat more, but I refused. I had a lot to do and I didn't need to be sitting around all day getting sick.
'Cause I maybe bad but I'm perfectly good at this!
Sex in the air, I don't care! I love the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but chains and whips excite me!
'Cause I maybe bad but I'm perfectly good at this!
Sex in the air, I don't care! I love the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but chains and whips excite me!
Na! Na! Na!
Come on! Come on!
I left the hob and just started walking. I didn't know exactly where I was going to. I knew I was looking for a place to shower, but I had no idea where I could. So, I was just walking in an almost perfectly straight line going south west, looking for somewhere that might just happen to have some place to shower.
But after that, then what? I thought to myself. I had really no place to go. Well, I could go back to my parent's house, but if I wanted to stay there I'd have to answer some questions I didn't really feel like answering right now. I didn't have much money. I couldn't rent an apartment or get a hotel room or anything. It seems to me that my only options are live on the streets or lay down in a ditch and die. That sounds like fun.
As if picking up on my internal confusion, Emma asked me: "Muza, what are we doing?"
"We're looking for a place where I can shower." I responded.
"Yeah. I know." Emma said. "But after that.
"Yeah, Muza. What are we gonna do?" Kao asked. She knew I wouldn't be able to answer that question.
"Uh… Well…" I looked around frantically as if the answers would be written on the trees or in the giant drainage ditch I was passing. Then I looked at my Guardian Characters. Kao, with her black hair that was held back by a red headband, brown eyes and a black dress who represented my desire to be a strong person who thought rationally and Emma, with her hair, also black tied back in pigtails, blue eyes and a white dress and who represented my desire to be more innocent and for things to be like they were when I was a little girl. I couldn't think of how to explain to them-well, Emma mostly because I think Kao already figured it out-that I had no idea what I was going to do next.
Then I noticed something that would probably let me shrink out of the question. Just beyond this clearing there was a very large building. It looked like it could be a school. A high school in fact. And what do all high school locker rooms have?
"Hey, look!" I said. "I think I found a place where I can shower! Come on!" I said running towards the large brick building.
The gymnasium door was unlocked. Jesus Christ, they must be idiots. I thought to myself. The next Adam Lanza could just come walking in. I sighed and walked across the hardwood floor of the gym and out into the hallway. I ran into the first door that said "LOCKER ROOM" on it and made a mad dash for the showers. I went into one of the shower stalls, locked it, threw off all my clothes, undid my braid, and turned the shower on. The warm water and soap felt nice on my oily, dirt-covered skin. I have to say, that shower was exactly what I needed.
I walked out of the stall with nothing but a towel on. I was pretty certain that there was no one else in the locker room, and besides. This was the girl's locker room, right? We all have the same stuff so if my towel came off somehow, no one would care (And by care I mean try to rape me.), right? Well, I was proven wrong on both of those points. There were people in the locker room, and none of them had the same stuff as me. I was in the boy's locker room.
My face just turned absolutely red. Not that I was embarrassed to be seen by at least twenty young men in nothing but a towel, but that I was seeing twenty young men almost naked. I have to admit, I have a problem with nudity. Not that I'm a pervert or anything, but if I ever saw a guy close to or completely naked, I'd just turn red and have trouble breathing and I'd scream at them to put some clothes on. Not this time, though. I just picked up my backpack and just walked away with my face red and my sapphire eyes bulging out of my skull.
I walked down the hall and saw a door that was labeled "GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM" and marched right inside.
I finished drying my hair, changed in one of the shower stalls, and changed into an old black and white plaid shirt and a pair of boot-cut jeans. I also had on the same black boots and the same black sweat shirt. All I had left to do was dye my hair and braid it. Just then a girl with brown hair and green eyes walked up to me and asked me if I was a new student. I laughed in her face.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
"How many new students do you know who come into school with a bow an arrow set and a gun?" I asked. She didn't answer. "I'm an intruder, honey, and if you don't keep your mouth shut, we're gonna have another Columbine on our hands and I'll make sure you're my first victim. Understand?"
"Y-yes…" She said shakily before walking away.
Jesus Christ. I thought to myself. Why do people have to be so god damn friendly? You don't talk to strangers; you avoid them because they could be some sort of sick and perverted Ted Bundy type of person. Didn't your parents teach you that? I sighed. People are just getting stupider and stupider now a days. It's no wonder that the crime rate is going up.
I finished dying my hair rather quickly. I use the spray-in hair dye that you can just get at the Party Store because I don't like sitting around for hours and hours on end waiting for my hair to dye. I left the locker room and tried to exit the same way that I came in, through the gym door, but I found that it was locked.
You can open it from the outside, but not the inside? I thought to myself. Man, these mother fuckers must be retarded.
"Fuck." I said. "Guess I'm gonna have to try another door."
I did try another door. In fact, I tried seven. None of them unlocked. I thought about breaking a window, but then I realized that meant I'd owe someone money to fix the window and I don't need that. I mean, I could charge it to a credit card that I secretly took out in my brother's name, but he's turning eighteen soon which means he'll be old enough to drive, which means he'll eventually try to buy a car and when that happens the dealer's gonna come back to him and tell him that his credit score is too bad and that he can't buy a car and then he'll put the pieces together and maim me. He wouldn't kill me. He'd never kill me. Well, actually, I can think of one situation in which he'd kill me, and it involves me being involved with or responsible for the death of his girlfriend. And then I'd be screwed because he wouldn't make it quick and painless, he'd make sure I suffered as much as possible before I died.
Anyways, I looked for a way to get out of the building, but couldn't find one. I just gave up and waited for school to let out and follow the mass of teenagers that would surely be fleeing the building for their lives as soon as the final bell rang. I sighed and fell back against the wall.
I could hang here for awhile. I thought to myself. I have Angry Birds on my phone. It's not like this is a big travesty. I pulled my phone out of my backpack and turned it on. I have a white iPhone 4s. I know, kind of old school, but it works just fine. It doesn't have a cracked screen or scratches on it like some of the other phones I've seen. The Apple logo flashed on the screen before I entered the code to unlock my phone. I didn't have any new messages which I wasn't surprised about. People were used to me dropping off the face of the Earth for a few days at a time. They wouldn't think much of it if they hadn't seen me or talked to me for a day or two. Once it got past a week, though, people began to get worried.
What people? I thought to myself. Carl and Sarah are… Like that… And you don't have any other friends in this country. The only person who would notice if you were missing…
Just then I heard someone coming up behind me. Instinct trumped common sense and I immediately jumped to my feet with Mockingjay's Freedom in my hands and an arrow notched in it, ready to fly. It didn't even occur to me that this was a high school and it was probably a teacher or a student just walking to the bathroom or the main office or something. I just jumped to the conclusion that it was someone who was going to come up behind me and snap my neck. Being crazy does that to you sometimes.
However, I didn't expect to know the person who was walking up behind me. I did not expect it to be one of the only two people on this planet to share exactly seventy-five percent of their DNA with me. And I did not expect it to be the only person who would probably take notice if I were to walk outside and be struck with lightning.
"Don't shoot." He said.
Oh thank god, it's only Ikuto. I thought to myself. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god." I said, lowering my weapon. "Don't do that again!"
"Don't do what again?" He asked.
"Don't come up behind me and scare the living crap out of me!" I said a little pissed.
"Hey, I was just walking peacefully down the hall before you came out of nowhere and pointed an arrow at me." He said. "It's not like I came up behind you and tried to snap your neck."
"Might as well have." I quietly muttered under my breath.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I thought you were too 'violent' to be in school."
"I got trapped in here." I said. "I'm not gonna go through the whole story because it's long and boring, but I got in through an open door, when I went to leave it was locked along with every other door in this damn building. Have any idea how to get out?"
"The side door in the cafeteria should be open." He said.
"And that is where?" I asked.
"Down the hall and to the right." He said.
"Thank you." I said. I began to pick up all of my stuff and walk away when Ikuto said: "Are you okay?"
"Fine, why do you ask?" I responded.
"Were you thrown out of your apartment for some reason?" Ikuto asked. I didn't really want to explain to him the events of the past couple days, nor did I know how to explain them. I mean, how do you explain to someone that your supposed "friends" are vampires who are trying to kill you for some unknown reason without sounding insane? Well, I already am insane, but that's besides the point. Instead of being truthful, I just said: "No, why?"
"Because people who have a home with a shower usually tend to use it rather than using the showers in the boy's locker room at someone else's school." Ikuto said. Crap.
"How do you know about that?" I asked.
"Someone posted a picture of you on Facebook." He said and held up his phone to reveal a red-faced, wide-eyed version of me standing in nothing but a towel with the caption "Dat chick's hawt.". Whoever posted that… I thought to myself. …Only has minutes to live. I mean, how dare they take a photo of me nearly naked, post it on Facebook and call me "hawt". I am not "hawt". I'm a six at best.
"Tell me who posted that?" I said through clenched teeth, trying to hold in my anger.
"I'm not gonna tell you because you'll just kill them." He said. Well, it's true. I probably would. In fact right when he said that I was thinking of ways to kill them. I was leaning towards a double-sided guillotine. It's where one person pulls down a rope to cause the first blade to fall and cut their head off while someone else pulls a rope up to make a second blade rise and cut their head off. It sounded pretty painful to me.
"You know what, fine. Don't tell me." I said in frustration. "I'll just sue Facebook. They're responsible for all the world's first world problems anyways." It's true. They really are. "By the way, my shower's being renovated and Carl and Sarah wouldn't let me use theirs for some reason. That's why I was using the showers here. And if you do happen to come across the person who took that picture, make sure they can't walk again." And then I walked away.
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on!
After that, I left the building and walked about a mile down the street and climbed up a big tree that was in some stranger's lawn. I settled in on a branch that was about ten feet or so off the ground and belted myself into the tree and tried to take a nap. Believe it or not, when I'm angry, sometimes all I need to do to get over whatever I'm mad about is just sleep for a bit and I forget what I was mad about in the first place. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. More often then not I have to cause harm to inanimate objects and other people to calm myself down. Hey, I'm trying to work on not doing that. Not because I want to, but because a judge ordered me to.
Anyways, when I fell asleep the sky was dark-grey. When I woke up, the sky was pitch black and drops of liquid were falling from the sky. Great. I thought to myself. Now on top of being homeless, I'm gonna get the flu. Can this day get any worse. I sighed, unbelted my self from the tree and jumped down.
The first dry place I came across was a movie theater and spent the last of my money on tickets for whatever was showing next, which ended up being one of those dumb-ass teen movies. It wasn't like Twilight or anything like that. It was more like Mean Girls or Ten Things I Hate About You or whatever. You know, one of those teen movies where a new girl makes friends with the geeks, but then is accepted into the popular crowd and turns her back on her original friends and then she realizes that it was wrong of her to turn her back on them in the first place and makes it up to them and they all live happily ever after? Yeah, it was one of those kinds of movies. I hate those kinds of movies. They aren't realistic. I mean, if I were in that movie and I was the new girl's friend and she turned her back on me, I wouldn't be her friend again even if she crossed the seas of hell. Actually, that's kind of like my real-life situation. Sarah turned her back on me and even if she crosses the seas of hell, I'm not forgiving her. In fact, I'd probably just kill her in the most torturous way possible if she came crawling back now or just kill her, plain and simple. Okay, maybe those movies are a little realistic.
After the movie ended, I sat down at one of the tables they had in the lobby. I was kicking myself on the inside for wasting the last of my money on that stupid movie. I mean seriously, the money that I wasted could have been used to buy something useful, like food, but nope. I wasted it on some dumb teen movie. Wow, really smart decision, Marceline! I thought to myself. You're so good at decision making, I wonder why you're not running the country! I felt so bad I almost started crying.
"Muza…" One of my Guardian Characters started but they didn't get to finish because all of a sudden some strange man walked up to me. He was in his mid-thities with blonde hair and milky blue eyes. I just gave him a "who the fuck are you" look.
"Excuse me," He said. "are you in need of some money?" Suddenly I knew what he wanted. Seriously, any man who's in his thirties who approaches me and who isn't gay only wants one thing.
"I'm not a whore." I said as calmly as possible. "And if you even dare touch me, I will kick your ass and call the police."
"What?" He said. "No, I'm not trying to solicit sex from you." Thank god. "I was just wondering if you wanted to work for me and my partner. He's right over there, see." Oh, thank god. He's gay, he's telling the truth. He walked me over to the table where his partner was sitting. "I'm Buddy and he's Guy."
"We're entrepreneurs." Said Guy, who was about the same age as Buddy and had dark hair and black eyes.
"Entrepreneurs?" I said. "What do you sell?"
"Gorge Foreman Grills." Guy said.
"Gorge Foreman Grills?" I said. "I thought those were only sold through authorized retailers, not sales people."
"Uh, they just changed their policy." Buddy said quickly. That made me a tiny bit suspicious.
"What's your business model?" I asked.
"Well, you sell the grills to three people and then they sell the grills to three people, and then they sell the grills to three people and so on and so forth." Guy said.
"When you get the money, we split the profits sixty/forty." Buddy said. Sixty/forty, huh? Sounds as fair as I'm gonna get.
Kao, knowing what I was thinking just suddenly said: "Muza, you can't seriously be considering this. It's pretty obvious that they're proposing a pyramid scheme." She was right. It kind of did sound like a pyramid scheme.
But then one little sound convinced me to sign the deal. The sound of my own stomach growling. I mean, come on. What else do I have to lose?
Come on!
I like it, like it!
Love is great, love is fine! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Out the box, out of line! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more! Oh!
'Cause I maybe bad but I'm perfectly good at this!
Sex in the air, I don't care! I love the smell of it!
The next day I was standing in front of Wal-mart with about twenty boxes of grills. I was tired and frustrated. Tired because I spent the night under a highway overpass and frustrated because no one was buying my grills. They didn't even give me a second glance. They just kept walking by. Seriously, I was just about ready to start threatening to kill people if they didn't buy my grills. Okay, maybe selling grills is something more for someone who actually gives a damn for other people. Me, I'm not that much of a people person. People infuriate me, in fact. They're all selfish jerks who only think about what they want and how to get to what they want. They don't care who they hurt in the process. They take advantage of everyone they can and don't even give them a second glance when they're done with them. I have so little faith in humanity that I've tried to kill myself several times just to get away from people! (Well, I was also trying to get away from the fact that I've actually killed several people, but that's besides the point.)
Anyways, I was standing outside of Wal-mart bitching in my head about how much I hate people when a woman seemed to slow down and look at what I was selling. Yes! Finally! I thought. Someone is actually interested in buying my grills!
"Can I help you?" I quickly said before she could get away. It must have came out pretty damn intimidating, though 'cause the woman nearly jumped out of her skin when I said that.
"Uh… Yeah." She said. "Are these marked down or something because I didn't see anything in the store about a bunch of mini-grills being on sale."
"Oh, no." I said. "These aren't being sold through Wal-mart. I'm selling them myself."
"Aren't those kinds of grills only sold through authorized retailers?" Exactly what I thought.
"They changed their policy." I said. "I get the grills from these two guys, then sell them to a bunch of people. Then, they sell them to a bunch of people and so on and so forth."
"That sounds like a pyramid scheme." Exactly what Kao said.
"No it's no-" I started, but the woman began to walk away.
"I don't think I'm interested in buying these grills from you, ma'am." She said. As she walked away I noticed something that would ultimately save me from starvation.
"If you sell the grills you'll look young forever!" I quickly shouted. I had noticed that the woman had all sorts of beauty products such as rejuvenating cream and other age-defying make up. No one under thirty-five has all this stuff unless they're obsessed with eternal beauty.
"What?" The woman said, apparently not hearing me the first time.
"If you sell the grills you'll look young forever." I said again more calmly and clearly. "Don't ask me to explain how it works, it just does."
The one good thing about people is, though, is that they're all idiots. You can tell them anything you want and most of the time, they'll believe you. You can even make outrageous claims with little backings like I did to this woman and a lot of times they'll believe it. The woman bought my claim and five of my grills. After that, I continued to make outrageous claims to sell the grills. I told a bald man that selling the grills would make his hair grow back, a sick person that the selling the grills would make them well again, and a blind person that selling the grills would give them sight. Eventually, (After I split the money with Buddy and Guy) I had enough money for an apartment and two refrigerators full of food.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but chains and whips excite me!
'Cause I maybe bad but I'm perfectly good at this!
Sex in the air, I don't care! I love the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me!
Na! Na! Na!
Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on!
About a week later, I was waking up in a nice warm bed rather than underneath a freeway overpass. Since last week, I was able to make myself more than half a million yen selling the grills, after I split the money with Buddy and Guy, of course. I was pretty happy about where I was at. I didn't waste it all on stupid shit though. The easiest way to waste money in this world is to spend it on all sorts of things you don't even need. So, I just spent it on the necessities. Food, shelter, cable, wi-fi, ect. You know, just the basics.
I also feel I should note, though that I haven't turned on my phone in a week. I wanted to turn it back on, but I knew that I'd be getting a lot of messages from a few concerned people because they hadn't seen me in a week. I just didn't wanna deal with it right now, so I just kept it off.
That morning I had the first good breakfast I've had in five years. Pancakes in sweet maple syrup, Belgium waffles, eggs, English muffins and blue berry muffins covered in rich, "real" butter. I ate so much of it I seriously couldn't hold any of it down. I pretty much ate until I got sick.
Then, I spent the morning watching TV and painting my toe nails and watching TV. Nothing interesting, just Channel Five News. I have to say it's probably the worst news station in the history of news stations. I mean, seriously, who gives an anchor the broadcasting codes for all of the equipment they have just so he can do a drunk news report and then not fire all parties involved. It just doesn't make sense to me.
By noon, I was bored out of my mind. Seriously, I was about ready to blow my brains out from boredom. Eventually, I put aside all previous reservations I had about spending my money and decided to do something that I had always wanted to do, but was too afraid of doing.
Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
S-S-S and M-M-M!
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" The girl at the mall's piercing booth asked. "It's gonna hurt like fuck." She should know. She has at least eighty pricings herself.
"I can take the pain." I said. "I mean, I have earrings, don't I?"
"You got those pricings when you were seven months old." Kao said. "You don't remember the pain." Kao was right. I did get my ears pierced when I was seven months old. It was mainly because people kept mistaking me for a boy and my mom was sick and tired of it, so she got my ears pierced thinking that people would identify me as a girl easier if I had earrings. Instead, people kept asking her why her seven-month-old son had earrings. That was the first parenting mistake in a very long line of parenting mistakes made by my parents.
"I can take the pain." I reassured Kao.
"Muza, you were crying and trying to fight off the nurse when you got the flu shot." Kao pointed out.
"I can take it." I said. "Relax, Kao."
"Okay, ready?" The girl said holding up the biggest needle gun in the history of needle guns. I could already feel the anxiety building up within me. Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. I thought to myself. No, wait! What am I thinking? Don't let fear control you! You can do it! You can handle the pain!
"Yeah, I'm ready." I shouldn't have said that because immediately after that I suffered one of the most physically painful experiences in my life, kicked the girl away from me as hard as I could, and was screaming a number of obstinacies at the top of my lungs. I calmed down after a few seconds and realized I was bleeding out of the space above the corner of my eyebrow where the piercing was. The girl quickly ran over and got some napkins from the Dunkin' Donuts next to the booth and gave them to me. I quickly pressed the napkins to the wound. "Shit." I said after a few minutes. "It hurts like fuck. Do you have anything for the pain?"
"Uh…" The girl said she had a little bit of a panicky expression on her face. "Well, if there is a way to relieve the pain, I wouldn't know it."
"What do you mean you wouldn't know it?" I asked. "Don't they teach you that shit in beauty school?"
"Uh… Well…" The girl said. "I've never been to beauty school. In fact, I've never finished high school. I'm fourteen."
"FOURTEEN!" I shouted. That's only a year older than I am. "HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE ALLOWED TO OPPERATE A PIERCINGS BOTH AT FOURTEEN WITHOUT EVEN A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION! DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT YOU COULD GET SOMEONE VERY HURT OR SICK IF YOU DID THIS?!"
"No. I'm sorry." The girl said sobbing. Damn it. I hate it when people cry. I never know what to do.
"Uh… Shit." I said. "Look, I'm sorry for screaming at you, but, uh, yeah. Might be a good idea to get a high school education before trying to pierce someone's brow. Yeah… Bye…" And then I awkwardly walked away.
As I left the mall, a gnarly old woman coughed on me. Great. I thought to myself. Today just keeps getting better and better.
S-S-S and M-M-M!
Oh! I love the feeling you bring to me, oh you turn me on!
It's exactly what I've been yearning for give it to me strong!
And meet me in the boudoir! Make my body say: "Ah! Ah! Ah!
I like it, like it!"
'Cause I maybe bad but I'm perfectly good at it!
Sex in the air, I don't care! I love the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!
'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it!
When I got back to my apartment, I found it surrounded by unmarked cars with law enforcement place. Gee, I wonder who they're here for? I thought to myself sarcastically. I walked in and took the elevator to my floor. The minute I stepped out of that elevator I was tackled to the ground and arrested for grand theft.
At the police station they questioned about some robbery that happened at a Foreman Grill Warehouse. I denied my involvement peacefully and told them that I was recruited to sell them by Buddy and Guy. However, the police didn't believe me seeing as the guy's names were Buddy and Guy and I couldn't give them a last name or any sort of usable physical description so they threw me in jail. Well, they gave me one phone call first, but I couldn't think of who I could call who would readily bail me out of jail without any explanation, so I called one-one-nine. They couldn't help me.
After that I just sat in a cell for hours on end waiting for the police to come back and book me. All I could think about while I was in there was how amazing it would be when everyone I know saw me on TV tonight being arrested for robbing a Foreman Grill Warehouse. I mean, Jesus Christ, who does that? Steals a bunch of grills and then tries to sell them on the streets. Well, I see people do that all the time in the Hob, but everyone there is a crazy, fucked-up criminal.
I was just beginning to think about hanging myself from one of the large metal pipes on the ceiling when the police came back. They said someone else involved with the scheme corroborated my story and I was going to be released, but everything I bought with the money from the whole scheme had to be turned in. Bye, bye apartment.
Sex in the air, I don't care! I love the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!
Na! Na! Na!
Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
I just started walking around aimlessly at that point. I couldn't even tell you where I was for all of the money in the world. I just know that I stopped when I felt too tired to walk anymore and curled up between the wall of a building that felt like it was made of glass and the cold ground. I just turned on my phone, put in my headphones, opened up a play list of Eminem songs and fell asleep.
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
I like it, like it!
S-S-S and M-M-M!
S-S-S and M-M-M!
S-S-S and M-M-M!
S-S-S and M-M-M!
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