I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 59

-night-

"I gotta go to bed guys," I say. I stand up but Corey and Joey grab my wrists, pulling me back down. Corey wraps his arms around my shoulders and keeps me on the couch.

"5 more minutes," he says. I roll my eyes and smile, hugging him around the ribs.

"You said that 2 hours ago," I say.

"I know. Now, if you did come with us for the rest of the tour, we probably would've let you go to bed by now, but you have to suffer until we pass out," he says. 

I shake him off and stand, walking to get a measuring tape. I find one and walk back, holding it up as Corey gets the same idea. He takes it and I take out the braid, apologizing to Sid in my head. They hold up my hair and Corey measures it, the sound of the tape unraveling for a while.

"Fucking hell," he says, showing me the number. 18 feet 5 inches.

"How do you live with this hair," Jim asks.

"I've gotten used to it," I say. 

I take my hair and put the ends on the back of my head, my hair still trailing behind me. I pin it there and fold it again, it hitting the back of my knees. I pin it there and fold it again, it hitting just below my ass.

"That's better. Now, I'm going to bed," I say, already walking to the stairs.

"Aw, do you have to," Corey whines, putting on a pouty face.

"Unless you want me to be in a bad mood tomorrow, yes I have to," I say. 

Sakari walks to me and gets pets from the guys as she does, walking up with me. I get ready for bed by just taking off my shirt and pants, and Sakari lays in her bed. I lay in mine and turn out the light, closing my eyes. I turn over and adjust the blankets, hugging the plushie to my chest.

-Corey's POV-

"My question is, how is she going to do contorting with that hair," I ask. We've been talking about her hair for some time, and we still have questions.

"I don't know. But 18 feet. And I thought I was tall," Jim says.

"You are tall. Have you thought about going as the green giant for Halloween," Joey asks, making Jim laugh.

"Yes, I have. Have you thought about going as a gremlin," he asks. Joey opens his mouth, but closes it and crosses his arms.

"I'm not that short," he says, making all of us laugh.

"You are. Most of us are average height, except Mick and Jim. But hey, Corey's second shortest," Shawn says, making me cross my arms.

"I'm 5 foot 7 thank you very much," I say.

"Yeah, and I'm 5 foot 10," he says.

"We're forgetting about Craig. He's also 5 foot 7," I say. Everyone looks at Craig and he looks back at us, straight-faced as always.

"Are you 5 foot 7," Chris asks. He nods and we look back to each other, Craig being at the end of the couch. There's a moment of silence, then something in my head clicks.

"Weren't we supposed to do something," I ask.

-Liz's POV-

-morning-

"Liz," Corey says, shaking my shoulder.

"Liz. Wake the fuck up you have to help us," he says. 

I get confused on how he's behind me when I'm on the far side of the bed and open my eyes, seeing my plushie on the floor. I pick it up and turn over, seeing Corey's knees. He's sitting on his knees on the other side of my bed, one hand on my bed and the other on his leg.

"How long were you in here," I ask sleepily. He's my best friend, but good god. This is getting weird of him.

"About 5 minutes. Look, all of us guys want you to help make our masks for our new album," he says.

"Why," I ask.

"Because," he starts, laying on his side to see me better, "You have a talent to make things. Why not put that talent into good use," he says.

"Your bed is really comfy," he says.

"Especially when there's no one in it," I say. 

He looks at me and smiles, pushing me off of my bed. I fall off the bed and land in a sitting position, feeling the cold ground. And since I don't sleep with pajamas when I'm at home, I'm on the floor in my black lace covered bra and black lace cheeky underwear.

"Great, now I'm cold," I say. 

I stand without caring if Corey sees me and walk to my dresser, patting Sakari to wake up. She does and I give her the signal to go downstairs, her complying and going downstairs.

"And why are you cold," Corey asks. I turn my head to him and he catches a glimpse of me not dressed, seeing his eyes widen and look away.

"That's why," I say.

I look at myself in the mirror and see my ribs rippling underneath my skin, making me surprised I have 30F's on my chest. They actually look bigger after I see my skin being tight on my ribs. I put a hand on my stomach and pinch what should've been fat, but it's just skin. I look down to my legs and there's red lines on the shins, so straight, clean and ordered. I look up to my thighs and I see the much-wanted thigh gap, not so much-wanted with me.