I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 33

"What? What are you laughing at," he asks, making Corey laugh harder.

"Go look in the mirror," I say. 

He stands and walks over to the bunks, getting startled by the braids. Sid and Shawn keeping in laughs and Corey starting to calm down. I take out my braids and my hair pools on my seat, some getting on Corey. 

I thought he would flick it off, but instead he picks it up, scoots closer and drapes my hair on him, making it look like he has the hair. Joey walks back and is feeling the braids, running a hand over the braids on the back of his head.

"When did you," he starts, seeing Corey basically hiding in my hair.

"Is it comfy," he asks Corey, who nods and sets his head on my shoulder. Joey slides to me and hides in my hair, being covered like a blanket.

"Have you seen my-" Sid pauses and calls over Shawn, who walks in and sees us.

"How are they asleep," Shawn asks, making me look over to them. Sure enough, both of them are asleep on my shoulders.

"And why is Joey's hair braided," Sid asks.

"Because he was in his own little world beside me. I need to practice braiding somehow," I say. 

My hair falls a little further over them and the two guys awake pick both of them up and put them in their own beds, sleeping as well. I walk into the bathroom and close the door, seeing a bloody razor and blood in the sink. I pick the razor up and wipe it off, washing the sink out and staring at the razor. 

The voices win again and I sit on the closed toilet, the sink low enough for me to put my leg on it and cut. I finish at 6 of them and let it bleed, setting the razor back where it was and patting my leg dry with a red cloth. I stand and walk out, getting into my bed and turning away from the guys. I close my eyes and play with a chunk of my hair, thinking about what other braids I should do.

-morning-

I didn't sleep a wink last night. All I was doing was tossing and turning, messing my hair up and getting knots in it. I stay in bed and Corey wakes up, walking to my bed and gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I turn over to him and he's gone, getting dressed in his coveralls and mask. I get up and look at myself in the mirror, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

My clothes were twisted and crumpled from the tossing and turning; my hair was frizzy, knotted and just a bed head to the 3rd power; my face was paler than normal because it just happens to do that; my lips were a pink-ish red but my eyes were bright as stars in a dark night.

"Well good mo-"

I turn to Corey and he wears a surprised face, never seeing my hair like this.

"I know, it's a mess," I say, grabbing my brush and working on it while the others get ready. 

I let Sid brush my hair as I pick out what to wear, Joey getting his brush and helping out as well, picking the hair out of it before of course. I hope. Corey joins in and so does Shawn, everyone brushing my hair while I get half of my clothes on. The amount of hair I had covered the view as I changed pants. I put on my shoes, the selection being my tip shoes just to see who puts money in it.

"Holy hell, are you stressed or something," Sid asks, making me turn. They all hold up their brushes and there's long, golden hair stuffed between the bristles.

"I didn't even know my hair did that," I say, all of them grabbing the hair and throwing it away.

"What shoes today," Shawn asks, all of us walking to the signing. I had switched my shirt out for a black sweatshirt before we left, and now I'm walking beside Shawn and Chris.

"If you look down you'll see them," I say, him looking at my shoes and bursting out in laughter.

"Hmm," Chris hums, looking at my shoes. He also bursts out in laughter, both of the guys leaning on each other and laughing. 

"Ha ha," I say sarcastically, sitting in my seat and putting my hair up in a bun. The bun was about the size of my head, and was pretty heavy. Corey looks over and puts a hand over his mouth, keeping in a laugh but failing.

"Just you wait, when April Fool's day comes, you guys are paying," I say, the doors opening. I sign albums and shirts, even someone's cast. But, by the halfway mark, a man who gives off the 'hater' vibe stands in front of me, his fists clenched tight.

"Yes," I ask. 

He snaps and shouts at me that I'm not a part of Slipknot, how I shouldn't be on tour with them, how I shouldn't be here, how I shouldn't have a mask on, how I'm dragging them down on tour. He goes on and on about all of those things, and I sit back and cross my arms, waiting for him to suffocate by not catching his breath. He almost gets out untouched, though. He just had to push it.