Sabrina, beyond names

Part 3: Louis

I awake in my Botswana motel, try to smack myself into life in the bathroom mirror. The sun has barely set and the moon greets me politely in a language i do not understand. On the vinyl player, I set up hypnotic African beats, perfect for a warm, invigorating evening.  I shake my bony white hips to the rhythm while i moonbathe. Harry almost left my mind and the canvas in my head turned pale and translucent, strangely empty.

As i move i see a glint in the floor length mirror next to me. A sheen of a fragmentary glass surface. My heart jumps, I pull out my gun and take cover next to my bed. The music still plays as I shoot with reckless abandon, the stacks of donuts on my desk are decimated to sad little donut crumbs. Meanwhile, bullets are shot from the dark, they are still invisible. A thud is heard, and I lower my weapon.  The room was completely intact, apart from the donuts. My accuracy was great, but still misdirected. If Harry saw, he would find it laughable, he never liked donuts anyway. No blood. These enemies never bleed. No donuts. No Harry here to see. I arose and continued to dance languidly; I envelop myself in a cloud of mist and force myself to try forget. Why can't I find peace, why am I plagued with this disquiet? At least making an enemy out of cuban communists takes your mind off a lot.

I go outside, the town is abed and asleep. The goth cowboys are an exeption but they seem to be the only people in the world that don't seem to mind me. Maybe it's just my bedazzled black hat, they don't really know me after all.  I walk to the center of town and the moon- she follows me. I chant a prayer in my head as i walk, asking her for more donuts. She does not reply. I cover my face with a ski mask as I enter the storage facility. The building was run down and abandoned but a faint voice could be heard. Zayn is waiting, blindfolded, submerged in a bag of flour.

"Harry, are you there??" Zayn's voice is hoarse and quiet as if he'd been shouting for hours.  I say to Zayn that i'm ari stoyles.

"We are reunited at last! I am with child, and it is yours! Look, just forgive me okay, I didn't mean what I said before. All i want is to touch your 3rd nipple again..."

 I reply as Harry, and commence the plan. I position Zayn in a makeshift hut and make an advertisment which Harry and Schema will not be able to refuse- what other girl has a name beginning with an S? I marvelled at my genius. I left the hut to return to sleep as it was nearing sunrise. Imagine my shock, a big box of donuts appear outside! I stack them in twos, commencing the ritutal. I see a sliver of colour in the sky.

"Shit!"

I scuttled back, unable to eat a single donut. I cry, tears streaming down from my glowing orb. I push my wet face into my pillow and cried myself to sleep.