I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 89

-Liz's POV-

-Valentine's Day-

"What 'cha writing," Sid asks.

"I'm writing a letter to Bruce. I know it won't get there until maybe tomorrow, but eh, he'll understand," I say. 

I finish writing it and put hot wax as the bumps on the dots, making it readable for Bruce. I can read braille, so he can write to me in it as well. I finish and seal it, carrying it down to the front door. I walk out to the mailbox and put it in, putting the flag up. I walk back and close the door, sitting on the couch next to Mick. He doesn't know about my new tattoo, but no other guys do either.

"Look what I got," I say. 

I pull my pant legs up and he looks, seeing my new tattoo. It says 'Where'd my legs go?!' and it's above my second sock so other people can see it. He laughs and Corey walks through, looking at my tattoo.

"They got chopped off because you didn't take care of them," he says.

"That's it," I say, standing. Mick pulls me back down and Corey half smiles, knowing Mick would never let me beat his ass. He stalks away and I cross my arms, pushing my pant legs back down.

"I hate him so fucking much. Why can't he just realize that it wasn't me that made my bones do this? My body did this, not me as a whole," I say.

"Ya know, I really don't know. I want to beat him as much as you do, but sometimes beating someone's not the right answer. Plus, I don't want to get a heel to the skull like him," he says, making me smile.

"You're right, violence is a last resort," I say. I stand and walk to the stairs, getting stopped by Corey.

"Ya know, I should've never stopped you," he says.

"Stopped me," I repeat.

"From dying. Maybe my life would be a little better without you," he says. 

I take a step back from him and I can feel my heart break into two pieces. Tears sting my eyes as I push past him up the stairs. I cry as I walk to my room, totally ignoring Sid. I sit on my bed and cover my face with my hands, hearing Sid cautiously walk in.

"Liz? Are you okay," he asks gently. I don't say anything, so he closes the door behind him after he steps in. He climbs onto my bed and sits in front of me, putting his hands on my upper arms.

"I-I thought I could tr-rust Corey th-his time, but h-he had to pus-sh it," I manage to say.

"What are you talking about? Ah, whatever, I don't care," he says as he pulls me into a hug. 

I don't hug back, and he expected that. He wraps his arms around me and stays like that, letting me cry. Sometimes you just need to cry, and Sid knows that. I calm down and wipe my cheeks and eyes, hearing Sid's heartbeat and feeling mine sync up with his. He lets go and takes my hands, holding them gently.

"Do you want to tell me what happened," he asks.

"Promise you won't kill anyone," I say.

"I won't," he says. He won't like this, but I have to get it out.

---time skip---

I finish telling him about what happened, and he looks like he's going to throw Corey off of a plane into a vat of acid.

"I'm going to-"

"Sid," I warn as best I can.

"When I said 'kill' I also meant 'beat the life out of'. Please, don't hurt him for something he didn't mean," I say.

"I'll try. But if I hear him saying anything like this to you, he's going to wake up in a hospital bed," Sid says.

"Please Sid. I don't want to be the one visiting someone, nor so I want to be visited," I say. 

He nods and I walk to my door, walking out and to the living room. Sid walks outside probably to cool off, but I don't get to. Before I could walk out with him, Corey grabs my wrist and turns me around.

"Corey, it's 11 in the afternoon, how many beers have you had," I ask. Even though he's about to be a floor mat, I'm still nice to everyone.

"Not enough," he slurs. 

"Seriously, how many," I ask.

"20," he says. I should have guessed from the smell of his breath.

"You're killing yourself," I say. He rolls his eyes like a teenager and lets go of my wrist, turning away.

"You're always like this," he says.

"Like what," I ask.

"You're nagging me," he says, looking back.

"I'm not your wife, Corey, so stop saying I'm nagging," I say.

"Good. If you were my wife we would be divorced in the first year," he says. I don't know why, but that made my heart pang with hurt.

"I'm trying to help you Corey. Don't you get my intentions," I ask.

"You're trying to drag me down. I wish..."

He trails off as he looks away again.

"What? You wish what," I ask.

"I wish you would just die already! You're dragging me down! You're dragging all of us down! Just die! Kill yourself already! Then you might actually help us," he yells in my face. He keeps yelling at me to die, but the one thing he said before I got carried away made me go over the edge.

"This is why your parents never loved you! This is why they sent you to an asylum! Because you're not normal! Why can't you just be normal for once," he yells. 

A few of the guys rush in and Jim picks me up, taking me away from Corey. Shawn and Chris keep Corey back as I go down to the basement, getting set on a stool and kept up by the wall.