I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 65

-morning-

We fell asleep on the frost and when I woke up, my coat and hair was covered in frost. On top of that, my head was resting on Corey's chest while his arm's that not under his head's resting on my shoulders. I open my eyes and lift my head, feeling Corey's arm on my shoulders. I sit up and rub my eyes, feeling something in my coat.

"What the-" I say as I pull out a shell casing from my coat.

"Oh, yeah, now I remember," I say. I went to the farm a few days ago and a casing got stuck in my coat. I stand and bend back, cracking my everything. I stand back up and shake Corey, making him swat my hands away.

"5 more minutes," he mumbles, turning over to his side.

"Corey, you and I fell asleep in my backyard. Both of us are covered in frost," I say, feeling my hair.

"And you need to measure my hair," I add. He jumps up and I walk behind him to the sidewalk, walking to the studio.

"I'll measure it when we get there," he says. I wrap my hair around my neck but the frost doesn't melt because I'm so cold.

"What time is it anyway," I ask as I hang my frosty coat up. It slowly melts along with my hair and Craig holds out his watch for me to read.

"Oh my god, it's 10 am," I say. I thank Craig with a hug and he blinks happily, smiling. I let go and the guys pick my hair up, Corey measuring.

"How much," I ask.

"23 feet and 5 inches," Corey says. He shows me the number and it's correct, my goal only about 47 feet away.

"Okay, why is your hair melting," Sid asks. I look behind me and my hair looks like I got out of the shower recently, some droplets falling onto the floor.

"Why is your hair melting too," he asks Corey. He puts a hand on his hair and feels it defrosting.

"I just took a shower and walked outside," he lies. I walk to my coat and dig in the pockets, only getting my colored pencils.

"Wait, I thought I left my- no, it couldn't be in here," I say, feeling my breast pockets.

"Did I leave it outside," I ask, looking down the hall. It's empty.

"I didn't leave it in the backyard," I say to myself, walking back in and wrapping the guys up in my hair.

"Um, could you unravel us please," Joey asks, pulling my hair down so he doesn't eat it.

"Do you know where it went," I ask Corey.

"What are you looking for," he asks. I realize I've been circling the guys, so I go the opposite way and unravel them.

"My two notebooks. I know the writing one's in here from yesterday, but my drawing one's disappeared," I say.

"You checked all of your pockets," he asks.

"Yeah. Even the hidden one," I say. 

I start to think of my drawings being ruined in the frost, along with the masks and coveralls that took me so long to make. I look around and I see something reddish-brown on the percussion set I sat on and had a breakdown on. I walk to it and see my fingerprints on the set, blood making it visible.

"Oh my god. How sharp are my nails," I mumble, licking my thumb and rubbing the prints off.

"Ah ha ha," Corey says, muffled by Sid's mixing set.

"Found it. You must've kicked it under here," he says. He stands as he says it and hands me my drawing notebook, earning a hug. I let go and flip through it, seeing my chibis and sketches in tact.

"What do you have in there anyway," Joey asks, going on his tip-toes to look at what's inside. I  raise it slightly and he pulls my arms down, taking the notebook.

"There's a lot of chibis in there, but there's some hyper-realistic sketches in there too. It's not that good though," I say. I watch them as they look at every drawing, seeing them smile when they reach the chibis. I was always good at chibis, they're just so cute and fairly easy to draw.

"Aww, you even got the heights right," Chris says, making me look. They're looking at the chibis lined up in their numbers, Corey flipping off whoever looks at him.

"Wait, look at this one," I say. 

I flip a few forward and they see the cute chibis of them stacked up and making poses, their eyes huge and white. They, like chibis, had pointed hands and feet, bigger-than-normal heads and adorable faces with the little w smile.

"How many of these do you have in this," Shawn asks.

"They're chibis and about half of the book. The other half-ish is portraits and other things," I say. I flip to a portrait of Craig who's standing like he always is, straight-backed and statue-like.

"I have to say, Craig's easy to draw. He can stand in place for hours and not move a muscle," I say. Craig smiles and nods in agreement, flipping the page to see Sid perched on the speakers like the sugar glider he is. They flip the page again and there's Jim, Joey and Mick. Joey's in the middle and the other two are looking down. The speech bubble I thought was snicker-inducing.

'Is this a fucking gremlin?'

'Nah, more like a leprechaun.'

"Hey, I'm not a leprechaun," Joey exclaims. He crosses his arms and makes a mad face, but it diminishes when I pat the top of his head.

"No, Joey, you're not. Leprechauns are Irish," I say. He tries to keep the mad face, but a smile sneaks in.

"Ya know, you're not wrong. But I'm still not short," he says.

"You're looking up at me right now. What does that say," I say.

"But you're above average height for a woman. What does that say," he retorts.

"Yeah, and you're below average height even for a woman. I think I win this," I say.

"What is the average height," Chris asks.

"For a man it's about 5 foot 10 or 6 foot, for a woman it's 5 foot 5," I say.

"I'm close enough to the average height! I'm 5 foot 3," Joey says.

"Okay, before you two try to get into this conversation any further, you have to help us as our drummer and you have to start making the masks and coveralls. Got it," Corey butts in.

"Fine," we both say in sync.