| T H R E E |- A kidnapping.
There is something strange about Liz. I am watching her from my
crouched position in the passenger seat. She keeps looking over
and smiling largely. She grips the wheel tight and I notice that she
is wearing black nailpolish. Liz is a bad driver. A really bad driver. She is sitting close to the steering wheel, some leaves blow
across the street and she jams on the breaks to let them pass. I try on her sunglasses and when we
stop at red lights I lick my lips seductively at all the men in the other cars. Liz says: "Carol, you're so
crazy!" I remember that I was amazed at how great this made me feel. Suddenly, I am no longer afraid and
I am not thinking about anything at all. Liz slams down on the breaks and I hit my head on the dashboard.
My lip is bleeding and I feel dizzy, I open my eyes and Liz is standing
over me smiling like a round yellow happy face. She's with some guy holding a huge bat
and everything smells like Bath and Body Works Sun Ripened Raspberry
Anti-Bacterial Hand Lotion. Liz says: "I want to be like you." and I pass out
The guy with the unbelievably big bat and Liz help me to the front door of this cute
little split level on a nice quiet street where a bunch of little boys stop riding their little bikes
around in circles around this other little boy who is sitting in a puddle of his own urine in a fetal position like a bomb scare in the middle of the street.
They all stare at us as Liz opens the door with her key.
By now I can walk by myself but Liz and this guy are still pushing me along. We go upstairs and walk past a door, I glance in and there's this man and woman sitting on opposite sides of a bed all made up in white like a hospital with lace and heaps of pillows. They both turn around when we go by and guiltily blurt out: "We're not having sex." then they continue staring at opposite walls and the woman says: "Liz, I'm having company over later so your father and I can walk around the house with them and tell them where things leak and how we just painted the mouldings." Liz pushes me into her room, comes in after me and locks the door. Her room has white walls and I get the feeling that she has had the same wicker furniture since she was 10 years old. There is a mirror with some jewelery hanging off the corner and some little statuettes of teddy bears ice-skating and a poster of a band whose members are wrapped in black shiny material from neck to boots, they have striking white faces. I remember thinking that they were pretty. Outside, I can hear a lawn mower. I am tired of all this and my knees feel weak. Liz
approaches me and I flinch and throw
my arms up in front of my face like she's about to strike and ask I
her: "Are you going to give me a makeover?"
She doesnt answer. She just stands there really still staring at me sitting there on her bed like shes going to cry then she suddenly grips her stomach and hunches over in pain letting out a loud moan. I dont like her, she's really creepy but I'm concerned so I ask: "What's wrong?" and she says "I just had a really painful childhood." and I say: "Just now?" and she says: "Yeah, it happens all the time. Now give me your clothes."
I wake up looking at feet. They're all in a row. Some have shiney black spike heels on with buckles going up the legs and some are wearing combat boots and one pair looks like my feet. I realize that I am actually lying down. I'm lying down on some concrete, no one seems to notice. I stand up and my head it reeling. I look down at my body and I'm wearing a pink bath towel safety pinned around me and I have tire fragments taped to my feet with electrical tape. I look at the feet again and notice there are people attached to them. I'm in front of a night club. Liz is here wearing my clothes and she's with Stacy and Sarah but they have black hair extentions and look exactly the same as one another, they're waiting on line to get in. The guy with the huge bat is there too but he's wearing a fishnet shirt and there's a long protrusion running down his pants leg. I get a little closer and I can see the end of a bat sticking out of the waist of his pants just above his studded belt.
I have no idea what they're talking about. Liz says to Sarah: "Oh my gawd, that guy is so pretty in a dark blood crow red rose kinda way, ya know? I wanna sweep him away on the wind of the faeries so we can make love in the blue clouds under a full moon." And Sarah says: "That was so beautiful, did you just make that up?" And Stacy says: "I'm not good at writing poetry. I'm not good at anything. All I can do is wish I was like you. You're so lucky. You look so good in that outfit-" I'm glad when she's cut off by the guy at the door asking for her ID.
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