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Date Posted: 07:35:13 04/22/03 Tue
Author: Iggy!
Subject: Chapter Nineteen: Restless (First Person - Iggy!)

Now I'll never get back to sleep.

Here I am, in a motel, with the girl of my dreams sleeping in my bed. With me. Damn my sheltered, teenaged life! I know Gra'ma meant well, but if only I had been exposed to sexual things a little more, maybe I wouldn't have all this built up... tension. Urg. And it's hard to get comfortable with these horns. Feels like I'm lying against a rock.

And it's too quiet. I miss the big city. The trains passing through. The traffic from the I-90 three blocks away. The noise. I put on my headphones and click on my CD Walkman. I always take a few CD's with me when I'm going out someplace, inc ase it gets boring. Track 6. Volume's low so I don't disturb Mandi-chan.

When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair

I begin to think about what else was back home. Mama. She, too, meant well, but she was a pefectionist and paranoid. She'd get stressed out over which direction the wind blew. Everything had to be just so. I had to be perfect. Then I got depression. She'd make me take the pill all the time. Those things gave me the worst headaches. But she swore up and down that they solve all of my problems. Wrong.

And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor

She was my problem. Amanda's parents don't care much about her. I can only guess that that gives her a bit of freedom. Me, I'm in a cage. And being the yes-man I am, I don't even have the will to rebell. Unlike her grandson, Pierre. He's a little thug. He smokes pot. He drinks whiskey. He gambles. He stole Mama's car once. I can't even work up enough nerve to say no to the woman. I guess that makes THIS - Me, in a bed with a girl, in Dalton - my rebellion.

Amanda's my hero.

And someone saved my life, tonight, sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me, didn't you dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
"You're a butterfly,
And butterflies are free to fly -
Fly away, high away, bye bye"

Huh. That thought never occured to me. It's good that I'm here. I was bound to Chicago, Mama, and my old boring life. But then Amanda contacted me. She saved me. I owe her so much. Now that I'm free, and with her, I can do some stuff that I always wanted to do. And I don't have to worry about people critisizing me.

I cry. I'm so happy that I'm crying. Never thought that would happen. I pull a little closer to Amanda as the song fades, and drift back to sleep.
***

I dream.

I'm in a graveyard. Luis and Junior are the only living things there. They're looking for something. A tombstone.

It's shaped like a cross. There's an engraving on it. It says, "DIAMOND CUTTER." Huh? Whuzzat mean?

Junior makes a clone of Buster Blader to cut the tombstone open. There's a sword inside it. A katana. Luis grabs it and they run out of the graveyard. But somethings blocking them.

What is that thing? Is it a person? An animal? A lemon writer? It looks like it's charging up an attack. Luis! LOOK OUT, LUIS!!
***
I wake up in a cold sweat. It's four in the morning. I turn to Amanda. She's up too. We're linked so, she must've senced that I had a bad dream too.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I lied. I'm scared shitless. "I just need some air. You wanna come with?"
***

[The song was Someone Saved My Life Tonight, by Elton John.]

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