I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 87

Sid walks into the living room and Sakari follows, looking up at me.

"You're back already? Did she send you home," Joey asks.

"Nah. She's with me," he says. He gave my necklace back, so Joey got worried when he didn't see it on Sid.

"What do you mean she's with you," he asks. Sid takes me off and sets me on the couch, still in the backpack.

"I'm small," I say. 

Joey looks over and bursts out laughing, making the other guys walk in. They look at me and laugh with Joey, Sid taking me out of the backpack and setting me on the couch. Thankfully, Sid changed my long pants out with a skater skirt so I didn't have to pin the legs up. The only one who didn't walk in was Corey, but I hear him walk through.

"Corey, look at Liz," Shawn says. Corey looks over the couch and rolls his eyes, holding a bottle of Jack.

"Great, good for you. Don't expect any sympathy," he says. He leaves to another part of the house and I look at Joey, who stopped laughing.

"Joey, why's he saltier than salt," I ask.

"We don't know. Ever since he started drinking, and when you left to the hospital, he... changed. And not a good change," he says.

"But hey, you know what this means," I ask.

"You're not the shortest anymore! I am," I say.

"How did you even fit in the backpack? And how was it comfortable," he asks.

"I had long legs but a regular sized torso. I think I'm now, like, close to 3 foot if you round down," I say. He raises a nonexistent eyebrow and I hop off the couch, standing on my stumps.

"Now that. That's adorable and scary," Jim says. I walk on my stumps and stop at his feet, looking straight up.

"You want to say that to my face, tall Satan," I ask. He bends down and picks me up under the arms, holding me at eye-height.

"I said you're adorable and scary at the same time," he says.

"Great," I say.

"Can you still ride on someone's shoulders," Mick asks.

"I still have my legs dumbass," I say.

"Sorry, that came out ruder than meant," I apologize.

"No harm done. You can be as salty and as mean as you want, but only for this week," he says.

"Sounds good," I say. Jim puts me on Sid's shoulders and I hear stifled laughs from the guys.

"Laugh all you want, but when I get my legs you're paying," I say. Sid carries me to my room and sets me on my bed, sitting on my bed as well.

"You want to say anything before I explain what happened while you were gone," he asks.

"Yes. My leg itches," I say.

"How," he asks.

"My brain still thinks I have my legs so it sends signals to my stumps. So all I really need to do is scratch my stump and I'll be good," I say as I scratch my stumps. If you're going to scratch one, scratch the other for good measure.

"Good to know," he says.

-night-

He finishes telling me what happened around the mansion and I nod, having a new tattoo idea.

"You're thinking about something," he says.

"Just a new tattoo idea," I say.

"Another tattoo? You're getting obsessed," he says.

"I know," I admit.

"One question," Sid says, standing.

"How will you reach the sink," he asks.

"A step stool," I say. I already had one in my bathroom for this occasion.

"Alright. Night shortie," he says. He walks out and closes my door, leaving me to go into the bathroom.

"I really need to get my legs," I say as I basically climb onto the toilet. I go and flush, hopping down onto the tile. I step onto the step stool and walk up, standing on the sink. I brush my teeth and brush my hair, seeing my gold hair at least 2 feet long now at the roots.

"For someone who's standing on the sink and can barely see themselves, I'm still pretty," I say to myself. 

I walk back down the stool and walk to the bed, seeing Sakari at my bed. She gives me a boost and I thank her, letting her lay in her bed before turning the light out. I cover up and get comfortable, falling asleep as soon as I relax.

-morning-

"Liz, wake up," Sid says.

"What day is it," I ask.

"Monday," he says.

"Augh, why does it have to be Monday? I feel like a teenager again," I groan.

"Come on, you gotta go to the prosthetist to get your legs," he says. I sit up and rub my eyes, swinging my remaining legs over the bed. I hop down and walk to my dresser, looking up to the shirts drawer.

"Welp, at least I was good at rock climbing," I say. Sid watches as I climb the handles to the shirt drawer, offering to help.

"Nah man, I'm good," I say as I climb down to the ground. 

I walk into my closet and push the stool over to my skirts, picking out a black skater skirt with white stars scattered on it. My shirt was a loose black tank top because it was the top shirt. I wave Sid out and he does so, letting me change. I let him back in and make grabby hands at him, wanting to go back into the backpack.

"You're like a child. An adorable child," he says. 

He picks me up and holds me like a toddler; with one arm under my butt and his other hand on my ribs. I put my arms around his neck and he walks down the stairs and to the living room. Corey's there, drinking straight from the bottle of Jack he has. Sid puts me in the backpack and I smile, fixing my skirt so it isn't pulled up in the back.

"You look like you're getting kidnapped," Corey says.

"I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult. But I'm taking it as a compliment," I say.

"We'll be back," Sid says to the other guys. They seem to be keeping their distance from each other and extra distance from Corey.