i'm going home.

Wish me Luck.

[Y/N]
       In my distress, I managed to say, "You four.. go. Anywhere you want. I'm staying here. This is my home. Come and visit."
       "Y/N we can't leave you here. How are we to know what you'll do?!" Janet says.
      "It doesn't matter. Call? I don't know. Stay for a couple days and see how it goes." I responded.
She put a hand on my shoulder. My arm that was supporting Frank's head again was drenched in blood. "Come on, Y/N. Come with me and we'll get you changed." Janet said, reaching out an arm to help me stand up. She slipped her heels off and dragged me away, as I was screaming and crying, trying to stay with Frank.
        When we got to my room, she helped me get changed and I told her I wanted to keep the blood-soaked clothes. I didn't know why. I just wanted to. What I was to do with the bodies wasn't an issue right now. I didn't want them to go away. So much life would be gone from this place. I was now in my bra and underwear again, as Janet put Frank's old robe on me. She told me to wait here while she got into her regular clothes.
        She came back, where I was standing, facing the bed. I didn't hear her come back in. I couldn't hear anything. I kept replaying the memory or Frank helping me calm down from the fight. Helping me comprehend the killing of Eddie. Our kiss in the elevator. The fake handshake we never got to finish. The way he would talk so seductively, yet sing so strongly. His excited hands when he talked about his floor show, the very thing that led to his untimely death.
      Janet hugged me from the back, and I kept crying.
There was nothing she could do to make me feel better. My heart was broken, as my head was throbbing with pain. "Janet" was all I said as I flipped around for a real hug. I pretended she was Frank, even though she was a little shorter than me. She broke the hug to hang up my bloody clothes, and she put them into a cabinet. I dropped to my knees again, where she met me to give another embrace. Janet gave really good hugs. But I didn't know what to do. So I sat, in shock, and cried.
       When we went back downstairs, I couldn't go into the theater. I wanted to throw up. My body trembled as I approached it. Janet told me to wait there as she got Brad, Rocky, and Scott. Janet came out saying that they managed to take care of Columbia and Frank— I didn't care how — and that they were going to get changed too. She didn't know where to take me, so she brought me back out to the porch. It was pouring, and she somehow managed to get me to calm down a little bit.
     "Y/N, do you really want to stay here?" She asked me, while holding both of my hands. I had a blank stare, but I nodded. She pursed her lips and nodded understandingly. She solemnly stared back at me and said sweetly, "Tell you what. We're going to stay with you for a bit. We'll send Dr. Scott on his way, and I suppose... well... Rocky should probably be turned into the police. Or we could turn him into a pop star. He has a singing voice and apparently ladies go crazy for him. He'd make more money than he would know what to do with."
      I nodded blankly again and she squeezed my hands. My body was fully prepared to go limp. I couldn't feel. She walked me back to my room and made sure I was comfortable. There were a very many pillows on the bed I was in. So, what did I do? I lined the pillows up and pretended they were Frank. They weren't, but It was nice for the short while that I was awake. I fell asleep and woke up the next morning, forgetting where I was. I sat up and a wave of terror and sadness washed over me. I ran downstairs and went to the theater. I don't know why, but I thought he would be waiting there for me. He wasn't. His body wasn't even there anymore. Just a blood- soaked curtain and the gun floating in the water. I thought about jumping in. Would it electrocute me? Would I simply be in pain for a moment and then... nothing?
       I walked out of the room, nauseated. I stood in the door frame and started crying again. I went and found a bathroom to splash my face with any water I could find. There was a mirror I stared into. I could have sworn I saw Frank. He was In the outfit he was in when we met him. The glitter, more dull, and his lipstick a little less shiny. A painful look sparked in his eye, like he wanted to be there. I whipped around, and he was gone. I ran out. I decided to go upstairs and look in some of the rooms. I was going to find which one was his.
        When I finally came to a Frank-looking room, It resembled him so much. I stepped in. There were pictures all over the walls. Flash Gordon, and Fay Wray. Lilli St. Cyr... you name it, they were there. There was a vanity and a huge bed. A closet too, which I decided to look in. All of his outfits were there. Some more torn than others, but I didn't care. His robes were there too. But what I saw on the end table shocked me. A note.
      It read,
"
      Good god, that lady is gorgeous. She couldn't even take her eyes off of me. And that 60's Shelley Duvall style?! WOW! Her style was.. erratically bossy and eccentric. The shoes. I'm blown away by her shoes. But the face she made when I... ex-ed Eddie took me back. It's all reminded me how much I dislike Columbia. But tonight when she sees the Floor Show, she's going to be crying with how wonderful it is!! Oh well. I suppose now I'll go and find her. Try to.. make a move.
                                   Love, Myself. Wish us Luck!
                                                                                     "
        
   He was talking about me in the letter, wasn't he? I certainly cried at the Floor Show. I realized what I needed to do. I put on one of Frank's outfits. I put the robe back over, But sat at the vanity next. I saw all of his makeup scattered. An old camera at on the end of the bed. I snapped a Picture of everything in the room. When the film rolled out, I waved it so the photo would develop. After I had them all, I tucked them into the mirror frame.
      Suddenly, a knock came from the door. "Y/N?"
It was Brad.
      "Yes, I'm in here. Come in."
   He walked in and looked around. "Frank's?" He said.
    I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying and said, "It hurts a ton." He came over and hugged me. I started crying again. "All of his makeup. I am ashamed to say this.. but I want to wear it all for him. and his clothes." I left out the part where I was, in fact, already wearing his old clothes, but it was something I didn't need to say. He just kept hugging me. Janet walked in after and said, "Oh, Y/N," with a pitiful tone. She hugged me too.
        I broke the hug after a couple minutes and shook out my hands. I took a deep breath and said, "I think you guys should go find the phone to get home." They agreed and Janet asked, "We should.. Are you going to be fine here all alone?" I nodded, And sat on the edge of the bed, where I felt myself kick something. I looked down and picked up what I hit. His heels. I cried harder and Janet sat next to me, and she pulled me near her. I hugged his shoes, and saw that inside he wrote his name. Wonder who on Transylvania would try and take them.
      A while later, Brad and Janet got a mechanic and took Rocky back to their house. I saw them off and decided to go back to the room, telling the three to call when they get back.
       I took the robe off and went to the room we first saw him. There his throne was, the cape still draped over it. The tables were empty and the whole room was huge. No party. No Transylvanians. I did something I didn't think I would remember. I stood there and looked around. The song floated out of my mouth, as did the lazy rendition of the dance.

   A jump to the left
      A step to the right
         You put your hands on your hips.
              You bring your knees in tight...
                   But it's a pelvic thrust
                        That really drives you insa-a-a-a-a-ne

  I did the time warp... again.