I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 32

I hear them end and I stand up, waiting for the cling-on that we call Sid. Sure enough, he runs to me and jumps up, standing on my feet and hugging me. I hug him and I see he has two silver hoop earrings on each ear, and he notices he has my earrings on.

"Cool earrings," we both say in sync.

"Thanks," we both say again, making both of us laugh.

"Would you stop that," Corey exclaims, making a gagging face after.

"Stop what," both of us ask, making Corey glare at us.

"Being twins," he says, walking with the guys to their form of transportation. I catch up with Corey and he looks at his earrings, putting a hand up to one of his ears.

"Do you think I should get my ears pierced," he asks, looking up at me.

"It's up to you. Me, I'm getting more piercings later on," I say, Corey looking at me like I'm crazy.

"You already have double piercings! What more do you want," he asks, making me shrug.

"Well, I want a third lobe one and then a cartilage one. I'm so extra," I say, stepping on the bus and sitting by a window in the lounge part. 

(I know they're supposed to be on a plane, going to Amsterdam, but just go with it.) Somehow, my mind wandered and it got into memories of the good days with Arron, before he abused me. Then, my mind flips and I start feeling guilty that it got that far.

'It's my fault. If I hadn't made him mad all of those times and listened to him, I would've still been with him and wouldn't have gone through all of this. He was probably only wanting to keep me safe; to keep me happy.'

I keep blaming myself and I start to well up with tears, feeling a headache coming on.

"Liz? Are you okay," Corey asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. I blink slowly and don't respond, looking out the window.

"Liz," he repeats, making me turn my head to him and give him a tired smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay. You should go converse with the others," I say, Corey refusing and sitting beside me, urging me to talk with him.

"I know you want to say something, so say it," he says, making me sigh.

"I don't have anything to say," I say ironically, looking back out the window, my blinks slow and my hands slowly playing with my left braid, feeling the cloth flowers in the braid.

"But you're definitely thinking about something," he says, making me slowly pull the corners of my mouth up into a smile.

"I'm just thinking about Chris' mask," I say, Corey making a confused face.

"What about his mask," he asks, me turning to him and keeping my smile. I tell him about what you asked me to do with the mask and he remembers it, snickering maniacally.

"When is it going to happen," he asks.

"On stage, when he jerks it fast. I have the remote, so I'll be peering out at you guys to see it happen," I say, both of us snickering and rubbing our hands together. Sid walks past and glances at us, seeing us snickering and rubbing our hands together.

"Um," he starts, pointing to the two of us.

"What cult are you starting," he asks, making Corey laugh.

"No cult yet. Just, when you're on stage in, let's say, France, watch Chris as much as you can," I say, Sid looking at me with suspicion.

"Why," he asks.

"Just do it. Or you might miss something very special," Corey says, Sid slowly nodding and walking back to the bunks. Corey and I go back to talking, and for the first time in god knows when, I feel safe.

"So, what did you guys think of the braids," I ask, Corey smiling.

"All of us were surprised by the flowers, but I do have to say, you do look like Rapunzel," he says as I slowly take out the flowers and set them on the table we're sitting at. He takes out the flowers in my right braid as I take them out in the left braid, a pile of flowers building on the table.

"Can you get the back ones," I ask. 

He nods and I turn my body away from him and show the back of my head. He starts taking the flowers out, when Joey walks through and stops in front of us, giving us a confused look. I give the look back and he silently sits beside me, the last flower being set on the table. 

I bring up my other leg onto the seat and turn full to Joey, who's thinking about something and playing with the red parts of his hair. After he puts down his hand and keeps going into his own little world, I start doing a double french braid that started about halfway on the top of his head. 

Since his hair was a little longer than shoulder length, it ended above his shoulders. I take my hairtie out of one of my braids and put it in his hair, starting on the other one. I had to turn his head slightly, but he didn't seem to notice or care. 

I put a few red flowers in the braids, making him look like he's being tortured by his girlfriend. Corey though started laughing when I tied the hairtie around the last braid, getting Joey's attention.