Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2004 8:53 pm
<center>Chapter 21
~Liz~</center>
Once again, I’m not entirely sure why, but I’m hiding out in my closet. I think its just a place that gives me time to think. In the dark, nothing exists by my thoughts and emotions, so it makes it easier to focus on them.
“Liz? Liz, are you in here?”
Max. Of course he would come looking for me. Not that I’m complaining. But I’m starting to feel like this giant burden to everyone… mostly Max. They shouldn’t have to baby sit me every time I have a nightmare. They shouldn’t have to be protecting me, and Max shouldn’t have to worry about me every time I lock myself in my dark closet.
“OW!”
I hear a giant thump, followed by Max yelling in pain, and I have to wonder what on earth he’s doing out there. But I can’t move. Because if I move, it will make a noise, and he will hear me and then find me in here.
But is that such a bad thing? Out of everyone, Max has been the best so far. Maybe if I just told him what was going on, he would be my night in shining armour, just like he was last night, and he’ll make this entire nightmare disappear.
Don’t I deserve at least at least a little bit of happiness? Just a tiny bit of time when I have nothing to worry about. Where I don’t have to be afraid that every single stranger in the Crashdown could be my potential killer?
But I can’t do that to Max. I can’t make myself even more of a burden. So for now, I’m just going to sit here in the dark, small space of my closet and think, and hopefully Max will leave once he can’t find me.
Now you see, normally, this plan would be flawless. Except for today, as my nose decides that now is the perfect time to become itchy.
I have an itchy nose, but if I move, Max will hear me. My nose has now decided that it will do that annoying thing where it decided to become even itchier, as I am ignoring its itchiness.
Maybe if I focus on something else? How about… my twelve times tables.
1 x 12 = 12,
2 x 12 = 24,
3 x 12 = itchy.
Itchy x nose = extremely itchy nose.
Scratching my nose x not scratching = itchy nose…
Agh! I can’t take this! Must scratch!
Okay, if I’m clever, I can do this extremely quietly, and I can have an un-itchy nose, plus Max won’t be able to find me!
I slowly reach my hand up in front of my face; at least, I think it’s in front of my face? It’s kind of hard to tell in the dark. I move it closer to where I’m pretty sure my nose is situated, but my elbow bumps something beside me, causing what I presume to be a bag to fall over onto some old posters.
Bad move. If Max didn’t hear the loud rustling noise, then he must have gone deaf from all of Tess’s whining. Lucky him!
I don’t hear anything outside, so maybe he didn’t hear? Maybe he’s already left the room, but I was just too busy contemplating how to scratch my nose so I didn’t notice his retreating footsteps.
Taking a chance, I decided to attempt to scratch my nose again, but, as I said before, it’s extremely dark in here, so it’s really no surprise that when I move my hand in closer, it goes straight past my nose and wacks my eye.
I jump upon the impact of my finger in my eye, which of course, emitted another rustling noise. I can feel my eyes welling up with tears. I’m not actually crying, but it’s not like I can stop myself from having an automatic reaction to a finger in my eye! You hurt your eye, and it starts to water in hope that what ever it is that's jabbing into your eyeball will be washed away… simple as that.
I wipe away the water trickling down my cheek, but freeze when I hear the lock on the doors sliding. These closets are quite easy to lock from the inside, which is kind of a good thing, and a bad thing. I remember that I once came here to Roswell to visit my aunt and uncle, and Maria of course, but we were playing hide-and-seek, and Maria hid in here, but she couldn’t get back out, because some time in between when she hid, and when I found her banging on the doors and crying, my Uncle had come in to put something on the desk, and for some unknown reason, locked the closet. Needless to say, she wasn’t to friendly towards the closet for a long time after that.
The doors swing open, the light pouring in, making my eyes go strange from the sudden change of light.
He wow, I can finally see my finger and where my nose is! Take that itch! I bring my hand up to my nose and start to scratch furiously, not paying any attention to the person standing with his hands on both doorknobs whilst he looks down at me with a curious expression. I already know that it’s Max.
For some unknown reason, Max turns around and sits down beside me, pulling the doors towards us, so that they’re only open a crack, giving me just enough light to see the strange expression he’s sending me.
I slowly bring my hand away from my face, where it was furiously scratching my nose and rubbing my eyes. “Um… itchy nose.” I say quietly as I look down at where my feet are cramped in front of me.
“That still doesn’t explain the whole hiding in the closet thing.” He says with a smirk, and I can’t help but give a little smile at the easiness Max carries with him.
“Um, yeah… old habit. I guess I haven’t grown out of it.”
He gives a small chuckle, and then we sit in silence for what seems like forever. I’m dreading leaving this space. Even though there’s only a tiny bit of air, and Max is so close that he might as well be sitting on me, I still don’t want to leave. Because if I do leave, then he’ll go away, and I’ll have to go to Maria's to spend the night.
Because my aunt and uncle don’t get back until tomorrow, Max doesn’t want me in the apartment alone, so Maria offered for me to stay… but after spending all of last night with Max, I’m not so sure I would feel safe at her house.
Last night I felt so safe and protected because Max was there, but if I go to Maria's, as much as I love her and I know that she would do anything to protect me, just like I would for them… I still wouldn’t feel safe.
“Max, can I ask you something?”
“Go for it.”
“Instead of me going to Maria’s tonight, could I stay here?” I ask slyly, trying to sound as innocent as I possible can.
“Why don’t you want to go to Maria's?”
“I just don’t really think that I would be safe if I was there.” I say as I look down at my hands. I hope he gets the hint that I want to stay with him, but I doubt that he’s too focused on my hidden meanings right about now.
“I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay here by yourself. We don’t know if the guys is going to come back and-”
“No! I didn’t mean stay here alone.” I cut him off before he starts to babble. As cute as it is, if I don’t ask him this now, I may loose the courage. “I was thinking that maybe… maybe you could stay… if you want…” I trail off, uncertain of how he’s going to react.
“Only if we don’t have to spend the entire night in here?” He says with a cheeky grin as he motions with his hands to the closet we're still sitting in.
“So, you-you’ll stay?”
“Of course. There’s no where else I would rather spend my Saturday night than with a beautiful girl hiding in a closet.”
He can’t see because of the lack of light, but my cheeks go a deep shade of red at his comment. I know that he’s just being himself, but somewhere, deep down inside of me wants to think that he really means it; that Max Evans really thinks I’m beautiful.
We finally emerge from the closet a few minutes later, and Max goes down stairs to tell Maria that he’s going to stay here with me tonight, and to ask Isabel to cover for him, whilst I stay up here in my room, contemplating what to do.
As much as I really want to tell Max and Maria how screwed up my life is, and that my parents didn’t ‘accidentally’ die in the house fire, as the police report suggests, but that they were killed by the same person who made one of his goons chase me around the streets of Roswell last night, i can't.
I can’t do that to them. I can’t put all this heavy weight on their shoulders and pretend that they can make it all magically disappear. The sheriff can’t even make it disappear, so what can two teenagers do for me?
~Liz~</center>
Once again, I’m not entirely sure why, but I’m hiding out in my closet. I think its just a place that gives me time to think. In the dark, nothing exists by my thoughts and emotions, so it makes it easier to focus on them.
“Liz? Liz, are you in here?”
Max. Of course he would come looking for me. Not that I’m complaining. But I’m starting to feel like this giant burden to everyone… mostly Max. They shouldn’t have to baby sit me every time I have a nightmare. They shouldn’t have to be protecting me, and Max shouldn’t have to worry about me every time I lock myself in my dark closet.
“OW!”
I hear a giant thump, followed by Max yelling in pain, and I have to wonder what on earth he’s doing out there. But I can’t move. Because if I move, it will make a noise, and he will hear me and then find me in here.
But is that such a bad thing? Out of everyone, Max has been the best so far. Maybe if I just told him what was going on, he would be my night in shining armour, just like he was last night, and he’ll make this entire nightmare disappear.
Don’t I deserve at least at least a little bit of happiness? Just a tiny bit of time when I have nothing to worry about. Where I don’t have to be afraid that every single stranger in the Crashdown could be my potential killer?
But I can’t do that to Max. I can’t make myself even more of a burden. So for now, I’m just going to sit here in the dark, small space of my closet and think, and hopefully Max will leave once he can’t find me.
Now you see, normally, this plan would be flawless. Except for today, as my nose decides that now is the perfect time to become itchy.
I have an itchy nose, but if I move, Max will hear me. My nose has now decided that it will do that annoying thing where it decided to become even itchier, as I am ignoring its itchiness.
Maybe if I focus on something else? How about… my twelve times tables.
1 x 12 = 12,
2 x 12 = 24,
3 x 12 = itchy.
Itchy x nose = extremely itchy nose.
Scratching my nose x not scratching = itchy nose…
Agh! I can’t take this! Must scratch!
Okay, if I’m clever, I can do this extremely quietly, and I can have an un-itchy nose, plus Max won’t be able to find me!
I slowly reach my hand up in front of my face; at least, I think it’s in front of my face? It’s kind of hard to tell in the dark. I move it closer to where I’m pretty sure my nose is situated, but my elbow bumps something beside me, causing what I presume to be a bag to fall over onto some old posters.
Bad move. If Max didn’t hear the loud rustling noise, then he must have gone deaf from all of Tess’s whining. Lucky him!
I don’t hear anything outside, so maybe he didn’t hear? Maybe he’s already left the room, but I was just too busy contemplating how to scratch my nose so I didn’t notice his retreating footsteps.
Taking a chance, I decided to attempt to scratch my nose again, but, as I said before, it’s extremely dark in here, so it’s really no surprise that when I move my hand in closer, it goes straight past my nose and wacks my eye.
I jump upon the impact of my finger in my eye, which of course, emitted another rustling noise. I can feel my eyes welling up with tears. I’m not actually crying, but it’s not like I can stop myself from having an automatic reaction to a finger in my eye! You hurt your eye, and it starts to water in hope that what ever it is that's jabbing into your eyeball will be washed away… simple as that.
I wipe away the water trickling down my cheek, but freeze when I hear the lock on the doors sliding. These closets are quite easy to lock from the inside, which is kind of a good thing, and a bad thing. I remember that I once came here to Roswell to visit my aunt and uncle, and Maria of course, but we were playing hide-and-seek, and Maria hid in here, but she couldn’t get back out, because some time in between when she hid, and when I found her banging on the doors and crying, my Uncle had come in to put something on the desk, and for some unknown reason, locked the closet. Needless to say, she wasn’t to friendly towards the closet for a long time after that.
The doors swing open, the light pouring in, making my eyes go strange from the sudden change of light.
He wow, I can finally see my finger and where my nose is! Take that itch! I bring my hand up to my nose and start to scratch furiously, not paying any attention to the person standing with his hands on both doorknobs whilst he looks down at me with a curious expression. I already know that it’s Max.
For some unknown reason, Max turns around and sits down beside me, pulling the doors towards us, so that they’re only open a crack, giving me just enough light to see the strange expression he’s sending me.
I slowly bring my hand away from my face, where it was furiously scratching my nose and rubbing my eyes. “Um… itchy nose.” I say quietly as I look down at where my feet are cramped in front of me.
“That still doesn’t explain the whole hiding in the closet thing.” He says with a smirk, and I can’t help but give a little smile at the easiness Max carries with him.
“Um, yeah… old habit. I guess I haven’t grown out of it.”
He gives a small chuckle, and then we sit in silence for what seems like forever. I’m dreading leaving this space. Even though there’s only a tiny bit of air, and Max is so close that he might as well be sitting on me, I still don’t want to leave. Because if I do leave, then he’ll go away, and I’ll have to go to Maria's to spend the night.
Because my aunt and uncle don’t get back until tomorrow, Max doesn’t want me in the apartment alone, so Maria offered for me to stay… but after spending all of last night with Max, I’m not so sure I would feel safe at her house.
Last night I felt so safe and protected because Max was there, but if I go to Maria's, as much as I love her and I know that she would do anything to protect me, just like I would for them… I still wouldn’t feel safe.
“Max, can I ask you something?”
“Go for it.”
“Instead of me going to Maria’s tonight, could I stay here?” I ask slyly, trying to sound as innocent as I possible can.
“Why don’t you want to go to Maria's?”
“I just don’t really think that I would be safe if I was there.” I say as I look down at my hands. I hope he gets the hint that I want to stay with him, but I doubt that he’s too focused on my hidden meanings right about now.
“I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay here by yourself. We don’t know if the guys is going to come back and-”
“No! I didn’t mean stay here alone.” I cut him off before he starts to babble. As cute as it is, if I don’t ask him this now, I may loose the courage. “I was thinking that maybe… maybe you could stay… if you want…” I trail off, uncertain of how he’s going to react.
“Only if we don’t have to spend the entire night in here?” He says with a cheeky grin as he motions with his hands to the closet we're still sitting in.
“So, you-you’ll stay?”
“Of course. There’s no where else I would rather spend my Saturday night than with a beautiful girl hiding in a closet.”
He can’t see because of the lack of light, but my cheeks go a deep shade of red at his comment. I know that he’s just being himself, but somewhere, deep down inside of me wants to think that he really means it; that Max Evans really thinks I’m beautiful.
We finally emerge from the closet a few minutes later, and Max goes down stairs to tell Maria that he’s going to stay here with me tonight, and to ask Isabel to cover for him, whilst I stay up here in my room, contemplating what to do.
As much as I really want to tell Max and Maria how screwed up my life is, and that my parents didn’t ‘accidentally’ die in the house fire, as the police report suggests, but that they were killed by the same person who made one of his goons chase me around the streets of Roswell last night, i can't.
I can’t do that to them. I can’t put all this heavy weight on their shoulders and pretend that they can make it all magically disappear. The sheriff can’t even make it disappear, so what can two teenagers do for me?