I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 82

I turn to the door and jump, seeing Sid leaning on the doorframe.

"You sneaky DJ," I say, making him laugh.

"I came for the bear," he says. He puts the dictionary back and picks the next book beside it, curling up on the bear.

"I gotta find that kid again and give him a huge hug for that bear," I say. 

He agrees and the cat jumps down, stalking out with her tail up. The girl walks in and crouches in front of Sakari, petting her snout. Sakari wags her tail and Sid looks at her, only moving his eyes. The girl lays beside Sakari and puts her head on Sakari's side, slowly petting her. Sakari keeps wagging her tail, which makes Sid confused. He stitches his brows together and put the book on his lap, trying to figure out why Sakari's doing that.

"Um," he says, looking at me.

"To put it shortly, there's a ghost petting Sakari," I say. He slowly nods and lifts the book again, in his own little world. I shrug and go back downstairs, seeing Corey recording a debate against Mick and Jim on which of their guitars is better.

"Liz, good time to be here. We need your opinion on something," Jim says.

"Which of our guitars is better," Mick asks. Corey swivels to me and I put on my thinking face, tapping my chin.

"I think you're asking the wrong person. I'm left-handed, so it's kind of pointless," I say.

"True. Oh hey, how long is your hair," Jim asks.

"Well, I think my hair's still on the stairs, so longer than imagined," I say.

"How long was it before," Corey asks.

"Over 90 feet. But, I do have some news," I say.

"I'm going to the salon the get it all off today," I say. They all make sad faces, but in their eyes they show they understand.

"When today," Joey asks.

"In about 15 minutes I have to leave. It's just down the street, but I told them I had really long hair," I say.

"I'm coming with," Corey says.

"Great. Document the three or more years of growing over probably 100 feet of hair being chopped off in 30 minutes," I say.

"How short are you thinking," Corey asks.

"Boy short. Now, boy short in this house is not that short. I mean pixie cut short," I say.

"And if you don't like it, it'll grow out anyway," Corey says.

"Yep," I say. 

I walk to the door and put on my hoof shoes, picking my hair up. I hold it in my arms like a baby and Corey comes with, putting the camera in my arms. He stopped recording, but he's going to start it again when I get it cut. We walk down to the salon and he opens the door for me, walking in after me. The receptionist looks up and smiles, not seeing my hair in my arms.

"I'm guessing you're Liz," she asks.

"That's me," I say.

"Great, you're right on time. You two can go back there," she says. 

I told them another person would be coming with, but I didn't expect Corey to get his hair done too. He turns the recording back on and two stylists walk to us, letting us sit in the two seats. The stylist Corey has starts talking to him while mine tries to find the end of my hair. I take the camera and wave to the future people in the mirror, seeing the stylist bending down to pick the ends of my hair up.

"How long is your hair," she asks.

"Last time I checked, it was over 90 feet. I think it's 100 or so today," I say. Her eyes widen as she realizes how much is going to be cut off.

"Are you going to donate it," she asks.

"Yep. You can section it as long as you want, just stop just under my jawline please," I say.

"So your ideal style would be a bob," she says.

"Yes," I say. I smell bleach and look over, turning the camera to Corey. He's getting his hair dyed in multiple colors from what I can see.

"Okay, I'm going to section it at foot long integers," she says. She sighs and I turn the camera back, setting it on the counter and aiming it back. She ties my hair with the little rubber ties, fishing more out of her apron pocket when she runs out.

-after cut-

She styles my hair a little with a flat iron and takes the cape off, putting my hair in a box. I take the camera and aim it into the box, catching the pieces of hair.

"That's how much hair I'm donating. I feel happy now," I say.

"How about you Corey? You happy with your selection," I ask. I turn to him with the camera and his once golden hair's now a multitude of colors, the two main ones being red and blue.

"Yes I am," he says. I point the camera back at me and smile, liking my new cut. I decided to get it dyed a beautiful bright baby blue, and it turned out great.

"I like it too," I say, pointing the camera to him. We both get up and pay, walking back to the mansion. I hand Corey the camera and open the door, seeing Sakari sitting there.

"Hi mom," she says.

"Hi hon," I say. She follows me into the living room and Corey sets the camera down, also following me.

"You're back," Sid says without looking.

"Yep," I say. I lean over the back of the couch and put my hands on the seat, making him look.

"Ho my god that's a bright color," he says.

"Exactly," I say. The other guys look and Craig puts some of my hair behind my ear, showing my new piercing. I finally got the third lobe one, but I decided to get the cartilage one too. I have both in, but only those.