Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2008 19:00:57 GMT -5
I hate the cold so much, I hate snow, I hate ice, I hate frost. Every time it snows I get into a bad mood. And I live in the northeast so it's safe to say that between November and March I'm not a fun person to be around. And here I am surrounded by the stuff. Am I the only person who lives in Boston that can't get used to this crap? I step onto what looks like a patch of ice. No. It's just a puddle of slush. Great, I just bought these boots too.
And it's not just the weather that's had me on edge.
Jimi for instance, I love my little brother like crazy but lately he's been driving me crazy. He goes to the gym everyday regardless of the weather conditions, in fact last week his gym had been closed for the day and it was like he didn't know what to do. He sat on the couch in my living room staring into space for two hours. Meanwhile his dog just sat there mimicking his owner. I don't think I saw either of them blink the entire time. Jimi just got up from the couch and went into his room and then Killer went in Kurt's room and-
Kurt... It's funny at that moment I happen to be standing in front of a record store. Kurt and Rock music go together like peanut-butter and jelly. Every time I see Kurt, even after he cut his hair and left it the natural color, I think ROCK STAR. And every time I hear a metal song on the radio I think of Kurt, and it hurts. Why? Because as long as we'd been together he couldn't even tell me that he had a SISTER? If in fact TRIXIE was his sister.
I looked up ahead of me. I'm still at least two blocks away from the apartment. I should've just drove to the store but with the way all of these maniacs are driving I think I'm better off almost freezing to death. And as if one of those stupid drivers heard me, one claim flying by right through a puddle and sprayed me with water, dirt, salt and whatever else was in the street. Disgusting. I break into a run, the faster I get back into the warm apartment the better. In fact, I think I'll take a hot shower too.
Jimi's outside with Killer on a leash. The dog is sitting obediently at his feet looking up at him with utter adoration. That dog follows Burn Boy everywhere. Wait a minute- Burn Boy?
Jimi smiles at me as I walk past. "Hey sis, did ya get the brownie mix?"
"Yes I did." I take the box out of the bag and shove into his hands. The dog's tail starts wagging. "You know chocolate isn't good for dogs. You should stop feeding him sweets, he'll get sick."
"The box is all wet." He either didn't hear what I said or didn't understand. He tugs on the leash and starts to walk away. "Come on Killer, we're goin' to Devin's for some brownies!" He turns around for a second and waves with the box in his hand. "Thanks Kat!" He continues on a little bit before he turns around again. "HEY!"
And I was about to go inside. "WHAT?"
"YOU MIGHT WANT TO CLEAN UP A LITTLE BIT! WE GOT COMPANY!"
I stomp my feet and bang my head against the glass door. All I wanted was an afternoon all to myself. I'm guessing Kurt invited Wayne and Thunder over for an early celebration. If Kurt wasn't a recovering alcoholic I would've gotten a bottle of wine at the store. I don't get much relief from the cold as I walk up the steps to the apartment. Apparently the landlord thinks he'll save loads of money not heating the hallways or the laundry room.
As I open the door to my apartment a blast of hot air hits me in the face. I can almost feel the ice melting off my hair and clothes. I let out a loud sigh of relief and shut the door behind me. I don't see Thunder or Wayne in the living room. I see Kurt sitting in the chair across from the couch. He looks annoyed almost like he was ready to strangle someone.
"Kurt?"
"KAT!"
I drop the bag of groceries. I know that voice. A figure rises from the couch and turns to face me. Her brown hair is all greasy, her clothes look like they were stolen from Goodwill, and she has a paper "I <3 Kat" button taped to her shirt. It was Carrie.
I glared at Kurt. "How did she get in here?"
"Your intellectually- disabled person of a brother let her in!"
Carrie seems oblivious to what Kurt and I had just said. She slowly walks around the couch and over to me backing me into a corner. That's when I notice the dark circles under eyes. "I've been waiting for months for this Kat. I've missed you so much." She throws her arms around me in a bear hug. "Jail totally sucked. They wouldn't let us watch Loaded." Before I pass out from lack of oxygen she lets go and grabs a plastic bag that's filled with envelopes. "Did you get my letters? Because if not..." She dumps the envelopes out onto the floor. "I made copies of each and everyone."
I tried to run past Carrie to get into my room and lock the door. But she manages to block me and keeps me up against the wall. She leans down and picks up one letter. "I'm going to read you one." She opens the envelope slowly and reads the letter to herself with a psychotic smile on her face. "Oh I love this one Kat, it's from Christmas."
Feel free to insert creepy music at anytime.
Carrie doesn't even look at the letter, she looks at me right in the eyes. "Dear Kat, Merry Christmas! I know you haven't written me back yet but it doesn't bother me. You must get tons and tons and tons and tons of fan mail. I can understand that because you are the greatest women's wrestler no wait you are the greatest wrestler PERIOD end of FREAKIN' STATEMENT! You know what I want for Christmas Kat? I want to be out of jail for Christmas because then I could spend it with you under the mistletoe."
Kurt picks that exact moment to pipe up. "This would be hot if it wasn't so creepy."
Carrie grabs me by the hand. I cringe and feel my heartbeat go up. "Kat my darling, I broke out of jail for you. We can run away together just the two of us. We can live in a mud hut in the Bahama's."
Well that was really random. "Mud hut?"
"We can leave as soon as you destroy all of your opponents at SuperBrawl! We'll go away for a couple of weeks and then you can come and you can pose for Hustler naked wearing just the belt and covered from head to toe in peanut butter."
I can only stare back at this bizarre chick. Carrie's eyes are wide at this point, she's got drool coming out of the side of her mouth. She's not saying anything so I clear my throat. "Carrie? Don't you think you're being a little uh... obsessive?"
Kurt once again adding nothing meaningful to the situation says, "you say to-may-to, I say ta-mat-to. You say obsessive, I say psychotic."
I must've shot him some demonic looked because now he's sliding down in the chair and twiddling his thumbs. "We don't even know each. I just happen to meet you at a Victoria's Secret."
"But... But..." Carrie starts to tear up and she starts sniffling. "I- I- just wanted to be your biggest fan and I love you so much. I guess the whole being too devoted runs in the family. I mean my Uncle Mark was the same way about John Lennon."
Kurt not learning his lesson lets out a sarcastic laugh. "What was his last name Chapman?"
Carrie whirls around and looks right at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Yes, actually it is." She cocks her head to one side like a dog. "Do you two know each other?"
Kurt gulps and looks at me. "Yeah um... I'm gonna go to my room now..." His voice is shaking, at first he obviously thought this was funny but disturbing and now he looks terrified. "I'm going to go to my room and read or play video games." He slowly walks down the hallway. "I will definitely NOT be calling the police."
I hear the door slam and pray that Kurt is calling the cops and not leaving me out here alone with Carrie who's gone back to having me pinned up against the wall. "Kat..." She falls forward onto me and puts her arms around me. "I'm sorry I scared you Kat. I can make it up to you Darling." She runs the back of her hand across my cheek and then runs it through my hair. Carrie's breathing gets heavier as she starts running her other hand through my hair. She does this for a couple of minutes before leaning forward and pressing her lips against mine.
Kurt busts out of his room at the exact moment. "Hey I just called and ordered a pizza." He hasn't noticed the lip locking in front of him. The tone of his voice is making it obvious that he's lying. "They say they have a delivery driver close by and-" Then he notices. "HOLY crap!"
Carrie pulls away from me and whirls around to face Kurt. "You can't have her!
Now he looks confused, he looks around to see if there was someone else she was talking to. "Uh. Um. I never said you couldn't have her. Carry on." He makes a run for it and she takes off like a cheetah after him. I hear a crashing sound come from Kurt's room and he screams something I can't totally hear.
It takes me a minute to actually manage to move and I run to Kurt's room. The entire place had been torn apart and Carrie had Kurt on the ground scratching and punching him in the face.
"Christ Kurt, fight back!"
"I can't! Every time I swing at her, she bites me!"
Carrie started to grunt and laugh at the same time. "I'll take you out and then I'll have Kat all to myself." I try to pull her off and she turns around and trips me up and pins me to the ground. "Be patient my Darling Kat. I'll only be a few minutes."
Kurt had gotten up from the floor by the time she turns around and he cracks her in the face with something. She falls over like a ton of bricks and even twitches a few times before she settles down. Kurt wipes some blood from his lip and helps me up. "Where the
do these loonies come from?" His face is scratched up and his lip is bleeding. I also can see the bite marks on his arms and hands. "I hope that thing has had all it's shots.""It looks like Killer got a hold of you."
"That stupid dog doesn't have the balls to do this to me."
There's a loud knock at the door. "Police open up." I leave Kurt alone with Carrie to let the cops in. One of them is a stereotypical fat cop, his nametag says Jolly. "We got a call about someone who escaped from jail?"
"Yeah she's been kinda stalking me for a while and she attacked my..." I paused for a second. "Room mate. He knocked her out, they're down the hall."
Everything goes by in a blur as they question Kurt and me. They soon take Carrie out in handcuffs, she's eerily silent. She looks at me with tears in her eyes as they shove her out the door.
I slam the door behind the cops and collapse to the floor. "God, I hope this is over."
