Long to Be (AU,M/L,MATURE) [COMPLETE]
Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2003 12:06 pm
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Title: Long To Be
Author: Borders InSaNiTy
E-mail: BordersInSaNiTy@yahoo.com
Rating: TEEN/MATURE(language)
Category: AU – Alternating POV’s – Dreamer based as always. Is there anything other than that?
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING that pertains to Roswell. Just wish I did…
Summary: Liz finds herself in unfamiliar territory with no memory on how she got there. It’s not the first time she’s ended up in new surroundings and it probably won’t be the last. There’s so much more that I want to say here but I won’t because it will ruin everything so you know the drill… Hang in there and all will be revealed soon. Hopefully.
Author’s Note: Okay… I know this sounds lame but I have to tell you how I came up with this idea. I was sitting at home watching MTV2 and saw the video Faithless by Injected. Many of you have probably seen it, it’s in the top twenty and was at number three (week 4/13)… so anyway… The one scene that popped out at me is where the guy is dancing with a girl and another girl in the white shirt and hat walks past and grabs the guy’s attention. That one scene is what made me write this fic. I know… you’re saying I have to be crazy to do it. What am I going to do once I’ve written the scene my way…? Good question and I didn’t really know until I wrote the Prologue… I have the next few parts already written so just keep in mind to give it a chance… thanks in advance for hanging in there. I know that you will since there was so many that hung in there with Too Bad… Love you all! I only hope you will like it. Let me know if I should continue. Ok enough rambling and on with the story…
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could you be lost
are you so free,
do you long to be
when the sun goes down, do you feel that feel when no ones near you
you know it's such a mystery how you washed up over me
i couldn't breathe, and i couldn't speak, lest i drown
but it's my kind
i'll never be cruel and i'll always play the fool
to be as loveless, as shameless as you.
but i'm so blind
i'll do it again i feel your eyes sink in
so faithless as you've been.
yes i'm so lost
i am not free but i long to be
when life goes down, do you feel as though you're gonna drown
you're going down
you're gonna drown
you're going down
but it's my kind
i'll never be cruel and i'll always play the fool
to be as loveless, as shameless as you.
but i'm so blind
i'll do it again i feel your eyes sink in
so faithless as you've been.
yes i'm so lost
i am not free
yes i'm so lost
but i long to be
but i long to be
but i long to be
Faithless by Injected
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PART 1 ~ LIZ
I wake up knowing that it has happened again. I had given up the idea of freaking out a long time ago. As usual I lay here trying to see what is the last thing I remember doing. I lay here trying to remember what day this should be. All this helps keep me sane, because if I didn’t try and look at it logically I would definitely be in some loony bin by now.
I immediately reach for my journal when my memory comes back after being in the depths of sleep. I was a little surprised that it wasn’t there. The key word being ‘little’. I used to get freaked out when things weren’t where they were supposed to be but when it has been happening to you for as long as you can remember you learn to deal. I sit up in my bed and swing my feet to the floor. I try to take in my surroundings only to find that it’s too dark in my room to see anything worth a shit. I get off the bed and make my way to the door thinking that the light switch is there.
Sweeping my hand over the wall the light switch is flipped on and I squint as the bright light shines in my eyes. Some things are hard to forget. The light is always by the door no matter what room you are in. Word to the wise, if ever you wake up in a strange room go to the door and turn on the light. It will help you save your toes in the long run.
I was a little surprised to find that during my little episode that I had moved to a new apartment. Well, apartment is saying a little too much. This was a studio room of some sorts. To the right was my desk. At least I had the brains to bring my own stuff this time. There was a time that I had nothing, nothing at all. Talk about freaking out. You should have seen me then. I walk over to the desk to see if there might be a clue of where I was. Seeing none I continue to make my way around the room.
I’m facing a door that is closed. I reach out with my hand to open it up and notice that it’s shaking. What? Just because I’ve lived with this condition for my entire life didn’t mean that when it happens that I’m not a little scared to see what’s behind door number two.
Taking a deep breath and holding it to the count of ten I let it out. Turning my head to the right and letting my spine adjust itself and then doing the same motion to the left I’m now ready to face my fear. My hand is firmly resting on the knob. Come on Parker. What could be so bad? It’s either the bathroom or a closet and taking in the size of the room my guess is that it is a closet.
Closing my eyes I turn the knob slowly and pull it open. The door creaks as it makes its way open. I hate creaky doors. I make a mental note to find some WD-40. I open my eyes and look inside. Yep, I was right it is a closet. I’m looking at a closet filled with clothes. Rifling through them I see some that I recognize and I see a few that I don’t. Okay. I can handle this. Evidently while I was having my ‘little’ episode I went on a shopping spree. I can live with that. I hope that they don’t disappear sometime during another one of my episodes.
I shut the closet door and walk over to the dresser, which is on wall number two next to the closet door. If you are wondering what I mean by wall number two, it’s simple. The wall with the door on it is always wall number one working around the room counter clockwise the adjacent wall is always wall number two. The wall opposite the door is wall number three and the last and final wall is… yep… you guessed it. Wall number four.
Okay, let’s recap. Wall number one: Door and desk. Wall number two: Closet and dresser. Wall number three: Window and nightstand, which is a little bit too far away from the bed and the reason why I couldn’t find my journal earlier. Wall number four: Twin size bed. Standing in the middle of the room I immediately go to the nightstand and move it closer to the side of the bed. I open up the drawer to see if my journal is inside and I’m relieved to see it there. At least some things don’t change.
You may be asking what the importance of the journal is to me. Let me tell you. If you had moments in your life where you lost track of time, you would keep a journal just so you wouldn’t lose what little bit you did remember. Everything in there is my life. Well, my life as much as I can remember of it.
Once the nightstand is where it is supposed to be I decide it’s time for me to venture out into my new world. I walk to wall number one and open up the door. At least it doesn’t creak. I look left and then right. I understand now why my room is so small. I am in the loony bin. I couldn’t help but give a little chuckle. I’ve checked myself into a mental institute. Can you believe it? I sure in hell can’t.
The hall is lined with doors that have numbers on them. I look at my door and realize that not only does my door have the number 123 on it but there is a dry erase board on it as well. And look… there’s a message on it for me.
Liz… I tried to wake you but was unable to. When you get up get dressed and come out to you know where. I’ll be waiting for you there. M~
Well, okay. Clue number one. When I’m in my little episode I still go by the name of Liz. Clue number two. I evidently have a friend whose name starts with M~. Okay, okay. So that’s not much of a clue but when you’re me you take anything you can get. Clue number three. M~ expects me to know where the hell they are. Great. Can my life get any more confusing? Of course!
I turn to look down the hall again. It is now swarming full of teens, my age, both male and female. I now believe that I’m not in the loony bin and take another breath of deep relief. It’s always a comforting feeling to know that I’m not that crazy yet.
I begin to walk down the hall. “Hey Liz.” A boy says to me, and before you even ask, I have no clue who the hell he is.
“Hey, Billy.” I reply. Hey wait. I pause to try and remember. How in the hell do I know his name? I turn to look at his departing figure. He doesn’t even take a second glance my way. I guess I do know his name. I smile to myself thankful for small miracles.
I turn back around and I see a workstation facing the door that leads outside. I lower my head and act like I know what I’m doing. I’ve learned from experience that if you act like nothing is wrong and that you belong where you are that you usually don’t get hassled too much. I’m halfway to the double glass doors of freedom when someone calls my name from behind.
Frozen with fear of what is about to happen I slowly turn around. “Liz! You’re up. Thank god. I thought I was going to have to go out there by myself.” I’m looking at a blonde about 5’4”, 105 pounds with green eyes. She’s pretty and a little too brightly fashioned for my taste but I have a feeling this is her norm. She doesn’t even wait for my reply before she has her arm wrapped around me and is hauling me back to my room.
“I was worried that you wouldn’t get my message. Is that what you are wearing?” I look down at my attire. I’m wearing a pair of men’s joe boxer flannel pajama bottoms and a USC sweatshirt. Why didn’t I even think of looking at my clothes for any clues? I’m lost to the blonde’s conversation. My mind is racing. This can’t be possible. No fucking way can this be happening to me.
“Liz, are you okay?” She asks as we are now standing in front of door 123. The door that has a dry-erase board on it and has a message for me from M~.
“Um… Yeah, yeah, I’m fine Maria.” Ah ha! Her name is Maria. I knew it. Well, no I didn’t know it but I do. Never mind. I’m talking in circles. She’s M~. She opens the door and pulls me in. She walks over to the closet and flings it open.
“Tonight is going to be a blast. You haven’t told anyone about it have you?” I shake my head no. I can safely say that ‘I’ haven’t told anyone about tonight because even I don’t know anything about tonight. “Cool. This is going to be so much fucking fun.” She’s flipping through my wardrobe. “Nope, Nope… Here. Put these on.”
She throws me a pair of hip hugger, Levi jeans. They are faded and flared at the bottom. I start to do as she says. “Liz… you haven’t taken a shower yet, it’s too late now. Never mind.” She throws me a white thermal top with a little pink rose bud on the neckline. It’s new to me. I don’t remember it. But it’s definitely cute and it’s definitely me. “Ooh!” I hear her exclaim. “This is so going to work.” She takes a hat off the back of the closet door. It’s one of those tightly form fitting hats that are in fashion right now sort of a cross between a stocking cap and a dress hat. It’s loosely woven and sort of stretches when I tug at it. It’s white like the shirt and it too has pink rose buds only they are lining the edge. It’s actually pretty cute. She throws me a pair of thick socks and a pair of doc martens. They have thick soles and a buckle that covers the laces.
I’m dressed and Maria looks pleased. “How do you do it?” She asks.
“Do what?” I have no idea what she is talking about.
“You just woke up and you don’t have a stitch of make-up on and you look beautiful.” I know I’m blushing.
“There is no way that I look beautiful. I think you’re delusional.” I tell her as I go to my dresser and pull out the top right hand drawer and find my make-up. I look at myself in the mirror and begin by applying my blush. I move to my eyes and add pink metallic shadow on the lid. I line my eyes with a burgundy liner and I finish off my eyes with brown mascara. Digging around in the bag I grab my pink lip liner. I fill it in with pink frost lipstick and seal it with my strawberry lip-gloss that automatically goes in my right front pocket. Granted I’ve never been one to wear much make-up but after one of my episodes I looked at myself and realized that I was wearing just a little bit and ever since then I’ve been trying to duplicate what I remember from back then.
I throw the bag back in the drawer and shut it. “I guess I’m ready.” I don’t sound too confident and Maria notices.
“Look I know you’ve only been here a couple of weeks and you don’t know anyone yet but that is all going to change. We’re seniors and in our last semester. Now is the time to relax and party before we have to head off into the big bad world. Everyone that is anyone is going to be there. I can guarantee that you’re going to love the music and I even know a member of the band. He lets me sing with them every once in awhile. Don’t worry, Liz. It’s going to be fun. Besides I think it’s time that you meet the rest of the gang.” I begin to protest. “I know, I know. You’re not comfortable about meeting new people but they’re great people. You like me now, don’t you?” I shake my head hesitantly. I don’t really know her. Well at least this me don’t know her that well.
“Okay, then it’s settled. Tonight’s the night you meet Max, Michael, Isabel, Tess, Kyle and Alex.” She grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me to the door. “Let’s get going.”
I follow her because I still have no idea what is going on or where we are going. She walks around to a red jetta and climbs in and I instinctively go to the passenger side as if I’ve done it my entire life. The car starts and sputters and Maria backs out. She sings to the tune on the radio, I join in. I have to admit I really like her I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. I think we’ll be able to become really great friends. The ride to where ever we are going is a long tedious drive and I find myself looking out the window at the landscape before it is even over.
I can’t believe I’m here. I’ve lost at least two weeks of my life and not only that I’ve moved over three thousand miles during that time. You see; I’m Liz Parker from Newington, Connecticut. The last thing I remember is being home for the holidays. We had one of the best Christmas dinners ever and I had brought my boyfriend Sean Wimer home with me from college to meet my folks. God, Sean. What had happened? What do my parent’s think about me moving here?
I’m brought out from my daze when Maria parks the car in line behind a ton of others. “Well we’re here. Are you ready to have the time of your life?” I open the door ignoring her question and take a look around. I can hear a band playing already. A group of people is making their way to it and Maria and I seem to get separated. I follow the herd as if I’m one of them. My mind was still reeling from my new environment. Why was I here? I had no idea what the hell I was doing in California. I was just at the University of Connecticut, Stamford Campus and now I’m here in California.
I was too wrapped up into my thoughts and realized that I was no longer walking behind the herd of people. I walked over to the table that held the drinks. I grab a beer and take in my surrounding. Who would have guessed that we are on the back nine of a golf course at some country club? Not me. The band playing consists of all boys. I seem to be dressed appropriately because the bass player is wearing almost the same exact thing as me except in shades of blue. Right down to the hat.
I take a swig of the beer and start to listen to the music. There is a ton of people here. I would hate to be the one that let the information leak. The way that Maria made it sound was that this was a private party that no one was supposed to know about. Yeah, right. No one knows, and I’m the president of the United States.
I gaze over the crowd and my eyes come to rest on a dark hair man. He’s so amazingly handsome that I stare for what seems to be an eternity. “Liz! I thought I lost you! Are you okay?” Maria, she’s funny. She’s actually out of breath and is leaning over to try and catch it.
“I’m fine. I wasn’t worried. I seem to always get where I need to be. Don’t worry about me. What’s up with you? Why are you breathing so hard?” It was true. No matter what I woke up to I always seemed to get myself out of it. I can’t really say that I was lucky. If I were lucky I wouldn’t be suffering with missing pieces of time.
“Okay. Our gang is over here.” She takes my hand and I follow behind her. She had deftly maneuvered around my question about her being out of breath. She was smooth. Real smooth.
“So, which one of your friends is in the band?” I ask. “They are really good.”
“I told you they were good. Alex plays bass.” We just happened to be walking in front of the makeshift stage when she starts waving profusely. The man that is dressed like me waves back and winks at her. I watch Maria’s reaction. Is he her boyfriend? She hadn’t said that he was tonight. I see her thumbing back in my direction and Alex’s eyes make contact with me. He slides down to his knees and starts strumming the most amazing riff that I have ever heard. He was good. Hell he was fucking amazing.
“He approves of you.” She screams in my ear. “He’s only ever done that riff for Isabel.”
“Who’s Isabel?” I was hoping that I wasn’t looking stupid for asking. I had no idea who anyone was until I had a face staring at me. And according to Maria I had yet to meet them yet.
“Isabel is Alex’s girlfriend.” She said smiling. “Just a word to the wise. Ignore her until she gets to know you. Throw everything she says out the window. And whatever you do… Don’t talk back to her.”
“Great. Am I going to be in trouble with her because of what Alex just did?” I had to ask. That was the last thing I wanted to do was make a girlfriend jealous. I didn’t know him and I didn’t force him to do what he just did. The people are making a path for us. Maria is pushing and shoving and I’m thinking to myself that it’s only a matter of time before we get in a fight.
“No, don’t worry about it.” Maria stops in front of me all of a sudden. I walk right into the back of her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. I look to see who she is looking at and I see a blonde giving me the evil glare back at me. “I take it that’s Isabel?”
“Yeah.” She turns around and grabs me by the shoulders. “It’s just her. I think we’ll wait until the break. I would hate for you two to get off on the wrong foot. And besides I need some reinforcements, someone that will take your side. I can’t hold Isabel off by myself. I’m no god.” Maria is shaking me with every word that comes out of her mouth.
“Maria… Maria. If you don’t quit shaking me I won’t have any beer left.” I’m holding my beer as far away as I possibly can, so I don’t get any on me.
“Oh, sorry. It’s just that I know how she is about newcomers. She doesn’t like them…” She realized the error of her words and began to back pedal really fast. “But she’s going to LOVE you. I just know it.” Yeah, right. Like I’m going to believe her. I take another gulp of my beer. If I’m going to meet Isabel, bitch from hell, then I’m going to be feeling pretty good.
I push pass Maria and walk right up to the blonde. She’s about 5’8 and looks like she could be a model. “Hi, I’m Liz. Liz Parker. Maria’s told me so many nice things about you I just couldn’t wait to come and introduce myself to you.” I give her my sweet as molasses kiss my ass smile and hold out my hand for her to take it. She hesitates for a few seconds and then takes it.
“I’m Isabel… Isabel Evans and the guy on stage is my boyfriend.” She sends me one of her go to hell smiles and I nod my head as we shake hands.
“He’s good and Maria’s already told me that he was your boyfriend. Don’t worry about me. I have a steady boyfriend at home.” Well at least I hope I still do.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” A guy’s voice enters into the conversation just behind me. I turn to my right and am eye to eye with yet another blonde. Doesn’t this group have anyone with brown hair? And then I remember Alex. I wasn’t going to be alone. Alex had brown hair and blue eyes. Well from where I was they looked like blue. Anyway. I’m looking at blonde number three and his blue eyes are sparkling and I realize why. He’s drunker than a skunk.
“Is this who you were telling me about Maria?” He looks me over as if I was a piece of meat.
“Kyle. I like you to meet, Liz. Liz Parker this is Kyle Valenti and forgive him he usually doesn’t act this way.” I looked at Maria and then back at Kyle.
I hold my hand out to him and he takes it and instead of shaking it he leans over and kisses it. He looks up at me and then he tugs me to the middle of the pack of people dancing. “Come on. Let’s dance.” I hear him say. I look over my shoulder to Maria who has her hands on her hips and then I take a chance to look at Isabel. She’s waving to me with one evil look in her eyes.
“Kyle, slow down; you’re going to make me spill my beer.” Yes, I still had the same cup of beer and to be honest it was getting flat and all yucky tasting. He turns around and takes the cup from me and throws it to the ground.
“There, now you don’t have to worry about the beer anymore. Come on Liz dance with me.” He takes both my hands and we start dancing. “So, where’s your boyfriend?”
“Umm. Back home.” What else was I supposed to say? I had no idea where he was. I don’t even know why I’m here or how I got here.
“Well then I would have to say that you don’t have a boyfriend. Back home doesn’t constitute as having a boyfriend. I can guarantee it that he’s not thinking about you on a Friday night.” He continues to dance. I do have to admit that he is pretty attractive. A little overbearing for my taste but hey, he had a point. What Sean doesn’t know won’t kill him.
“So. Tell me about you. Where’s back home for you and who did you leave behind?” It’s only fair to ask. If Maria wanted me to become part of the group then I had to know a little about them and it was safe to say I hadn’t met any of them during my little ‘episode’.
“Roswell, New Mexico is back home and no I didn’t leave anyone back there.” He smiled at me. Was that it? He can’t just leave it at that.
“So, did you meet Isabel, Alex and Maria in Roswell or did you meet them here?” I was swaying to the beat of the music that was playing.
“I’ve known Maria and Alex for like forever. We didn’t become friends with Isabel, Michael, Max and Tess until our sophomore year in high school. We’re inseparable now.” He stopped talking. No more information. Nothing. I let it drop because I wouldn’t like some stranger asking me all these questions. There has to be something here that caused me to come here.
There were so many questions that were running through my mind, I didn’t realize the music had ended. “I’m going to go get a beer do you want another one?” Kyle is looking at me as if he could tell I was in some serious pondering.
“Sure. I’ll go with you.” I follow behind as we dart in and out of the people that were swarming in front of the stage. "Wouldn’t it be easier if we just move the group over here that way we wouldn’t have to cut through all these people? This is my second trip through the masses.” I tell him. All it takes is a few swigs of beer in me and I’m miss originality.
“You know, Parker I’m glad that you’re here. They just don’t seem to understand the importance of being close to the beer table. Maybe with the two of us we could get them to change.” He looks back over his shoulder at me and smiles. He turns back around and runs into the dark haired guy that I had spotted earlier when Maria had interrupted me. “Hey man. We are all over there. We’ll be there in a minute. We’re just getting another beer. You guys want anything?” They both shake their head no.
So Kyle knew him and… I see a small petite blonde attached to his arm. Figures, he likes blondes. Doesn’t anyone know the benefits of a true brunette? I don’t think so. I watch the interchange between the two guys and I look at Kyle’s friend and get lost. His amber eyes flicker in the moonlight. A girl could get lost in there if she wasn’t careful. Kyle takes my hand and pulls me behind him. I smile as we pass the other couple and I don’t look back. Do you know how hard it was for me not to turn back and look at his ass? It practically killed me but I had a feeling that like Isabel the blonde on his arm was as possessive as she was. I didn’t need that. Two out of three girls not liking me was not for me. They would only be the death of me.
We get our beer and I follow Kyle back to where the group was. Their numbers had grown in such a short time. Now there was six of them standing there all eyes were on me as Maria was flapping her gums to everyone. Out of them all there was only three sets of eyes that didn’t look like they wanted to kill me for entering their little group. I’ll give you three guesses on who they are and the first two don’t count. Nope. Nope… Okay. I’ll just tell you. The three that don’t look like they hate me already is Maria, Alex and the guy that Kyle and I bumped into on our way to the beer table. Imagine that. There are now three guys and three girls. Alex and Isabel are standing by each other and then there is Maria and let’s just call him Spike until I get the name and then there is the dark head bombshell with his blonde bimbo.
“So, Kyle. Where’s your girlfriend? Everyone seems to be taken but you. What gives?” I ask before we get up there. I thought it was kind of weird that out of the entire group that Kyle was the only one without a girlfriend. It was probably the motivation behind Maria wanting me to become part of their little group.
“I’m a mover and a shaker and I haven’t found the right girl just yet.” He emphasized the word yet as he moved his eyebrows up and down at me and then gave me another smile. Okay. The score was four to three. I can live with that. I think. I’m not too sure if I like the idea of Kyle being on my side but I was willing to give him a chance.
“Hey. Okay. We are all here. Guys, this is Liz Parker. Liz this is the gang. Isabel, Alex, Max, Tess and this handsome man is my man Michael.” She was leaning her head on his shoulder and he didn’t look too comfortable about it either. So there I was. In a group of seven people that I had no idea who they were. All I had were their names and that they came from Roswell, New Mexico.
I’m asking could my life get any weirder? I think so. Let the inquisition begin.
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Title: Long To Be
Author: Borders InSaNiTy
E-mail: BordersInSaNiTy@yahoo.com
Rating: TEEN/MATURE(language)
Category: AU – Alternating POV’s – Dreamer based as always. Is there anything other than that?
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING that pertains to Roswell. Just wish I did…
Summary: Liz finds herself in unfamiliar territory with no memory on how she got there. It’s not the first time she’s ended up in new surroundings and it probably won’t be the last. There’s so much more that I want to say here but I won’t because it will ruin everything so you know the drill… Hang in there and all will be revealed soon. Hopefully.
Author’s Note: Okay… I know this sounds lame but I have to tell you how I came up with this idea. I was sitting at home watching MTV2 and saw the video Faithless by Injected. Many of you have probably seen it, it’s in the top twenty and was at number three (week 4/13)… so anyway… The one scene that popped out at me is where the guy is dancing with a girl and another girl in the white shirt and hat walks past and grabs the guy’s attention. That one scene is what made me write this fic. I know… you’re saying I have to be crazy to do it. What am I going to do once I’ve written the scene my way…? Good question and I didn’t really know until I wrote the Prologue… I have the next few parts already written so just keep in mind to give it a chance… thanks in advance for hanging in there. I know that you will since there was so many that hung in there with Too Bad… Love you all! I only hope you will like it. Let me know if I should continue. Ok enough rambling and on with the story…
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could you be lost
are you so free,
do you long to be
when the sun goes down, do you feel that feel when no ones near you
you know it's such a mystery how you washed up over me
i couldn't breathe, and i couldn't speak, lest i drown
but it's my kind
i'll never be cruel and i'll always play the fool
to be as loveless, as shameless as you.
but i'm so blind
i'll do it again i feel your eyes sink in
so faithless as you've been.
yes i'm so lost
i am not free but i long to be
when life goes down, do you feel as though you're gonna drown
you're going down
you're gonna drown
you're going down
but it's my kind
i'll never be cruel and i'll always play the fool
to be as loveless, as shameless as you.
but i'm so blind
i'll do it again i feel your eyes sink in
so faithless as you've been.
yes i'm so lost
i am not free
yes i'm so lost
but i long to be
but i long to be
but i long to be
Faithless by Injected
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PART 1 ~ LIZ
I wake up knowing that it has happened again. I had given up the idea of freaking out a long time ago. As usual I lay here trying to see what is the last thing I remember doing. I lay here trying to remember what day this should be. All this helps keep me sane, because if I didn’t try and look at it logically I would definitely be in some loony bin by now.
I immediately reach for my journal when my memory comes back after being in the depths of sleep. I was a little surprised that it wasn’t there. The key word being ‘little’. I used to get freaked out when things weren’t where they were supposed to be but when it has been happening to you for as long as you can remember you learn to deal. I sit up in my bed and swing my feet to the floor. I try to take in my surroundings only to find that it’s too dark in my room to see anything worth a shit. I get off the bed and make my way to the door thinking that the light switch is there.
Sweeping my hand over the wall the light switch is flipped on and I squint as the bright light shines in my eyes. Some things are hard to forget. The light is always by the door no matter what room you are in. Word to the wise, if ever you wake up in a strange room go to the door and turn on the light. It will help you save your toes in the long run.
I was a little surprised to find that during my little episode that I had moved to a new apartment. Well, apartment is saying a little too much. This was a studio room of some sorts. To the right was my desk. At least I had the brains to bring my own stuff this time. There was a time that I had nothing, nothing at all. Talk about freaking out. You should have seen me then. I walk over to the desk to see if there might be a clue of where I was. Seeing none I continue to make my way around the room.
I’m facing a door that is closed. I reach out with my hand to open it up and notice that it’s shaking. What? Just because I’ve lived with this condition for my entire life didn’t mean that when it happens that I’m not a little scared to see what’s behind door number two.
Taking a deep breath and holding it to the count of ten I let it out. Turning my head to the right and letting my spine adjust itself and then doing the same motion to the left I’m now ready to face my fear. My hand is firmly resting on the knob. Come on Parker. What could be so bad? It’s either the bathroom or a closet and taking in the size of the room my guess is that it is a closet.
Closing my eyes I turn the knob slowly and pull it open. The door creaks as it makes its way open. I hate creaky doors. I make a mental note to find some WD-40. I open my eyes and look inside. Yep, I was right it is a closet. I’m looking at a closet filled with clothes. Rifling through them I see some that I recognize and I see a few that I don’t. Okay. I can handle this. Evidently while I was having my ‘little’ episode I went on a shopping spree. I can live with that. I hope that they don’t disappear sometime during another one of my episodes.
I shut the closet door and walk over to the dresser, which is on wall number two next to the closet door. If you are wondering what I mean by wall number two, it’s simple. The wall with the door on it is always wall number one working around the room counter clockwise the adjacent wall is always wall number two. The wall opposite the door is wall number three and the last and final wall is… yep… you guessed it. Wall number four.
Okay, let’s recap. Wall number one: Door and desk. Wall number two: Closet and dresser. Wall number three: Window and nightstand, which is a little bit too far away from the bed and the reason why I couldn’t find my journal earlier. Wall number four: Twin size bed. Standing in the middle of the room I immediately go to the nightstand and move it closer to the side of the bed. I open up the drawer to see if my journal is inside and I’m relieved to see it there. At least some things don’t change.
You may be asking what the importance of the journal is to me. Let me tell you. If you had moments in your life where you lost track of time, you would keep a journal just so you wouldn’t lose what little bit you did remember. Everything in there is my life. Well, my life as much as I can remember of it.
Once the nightstand is where it is supposed to be I decide it’s time for me to venture out into my new world. I walk to wall number one and open up the door. At least it doesn’t creak. I look left and then right. I understand now why my room is so small. I am in the loony bin. I couldn’t help but give a little chuckle. I’ve checked myself into a mental institute. Can you believe it? I sure in hell can’t.
The hall is lined with doors that have numbers on them. I look at my door and realize that not only does my door have the number 123 on it but there is a dry erase board on it as well. And look… there’s a message on it for me.
Liz… I tried to wake you but was unable to. When you get up get dressed and come out to you know where. I’ll be waiting for you there. M~
Well, okay. Clue number one. When I’m in my little episode I still go by the name of Liz. Clue number two. I evidently have a friend whose name starts with M~. Okay, okay. So that’s not much of a clue but when you’re me you take anything you can get. Clue number three. M~ expects me to know where the hell they are. Great. Can my life get any more confusing? Of course!
I turn to look down the hall again. It is now swarming full of teens, my age, both male and female. I now believe that I’m not in the loony bin and take another breath of deep relief. It’s always a comforting feeling to know that I’m not that crazy yet.
I begin to walk down the hall. “Hey Liz.” A boy says to me, and before you even ask, I have no clue who the hell he is.
“Hey, Billy.” I reply. Hey wait. I pause to try and remember. How in the hell do I know his name? I turn to look at his departing figure. He doesn’t even take a second glance my way. I guess I do know his name. I smile to myself thankful for small miracles.
I turn back around and I see a workstation facing the door that leads outside. I lower my head and act like I know what I’m doing. I’ve learned from experience that if you act like nothing is wrong and that you belong where you are that you usually don’t get hassled too much. I’m halfway to the double glass doors of freedom when someone calls my name from behind.
Frozen with fear of what is about to happen I slowly turn around. “Liz! You’re up. Thank god. I thought I was going to have to go out there by myself.” I’m looking at a blonde about 5’4”, 105 pounds with green eyes. She’s pretty and a little too brightly fashioned for my taste but I have a feeling this is her norm. She doesn’t even wait for my reply before she has her arm wrapped around me and is hauling me back to my room.
“I was worried that you wouldn’t get my message. Is that what you are wearing?” I look down at my attire. I’m wearing a pair of men’s joe boxer flannel pajama bottoms and a USC sweatshirt. Why didn’t I even think of looking at my clothes for any clues? I’m lost to the blonde’s conversation. My mind is racing. This can’t be possible. No fucking way can this be happening to me.
“Liz, are you okay?” She asks as we are now standing in front of door 123. The door that has a dry-erase board on it and has a message for me from M~.
“Um… Yeah, yeah, I’m fine Maria.” Ah ha! Her name is Maria. I knew it. Well, no I didn’t know it but I do. Never mind. I’m talking in circles. She’s M~. She opens the door and pulls me in. She walks over to the closet and flings it open.
“Tonight is going to be a blast. You haven’t told anyone about it have you?” I shake my head no. I can safely say that ‘I’ haven’t told anyone about tonight because even I don’t know anything about tonight. “Cool. This is going to be so much fucking fun.” She’s flipping through my wardrobe. “Nope, Nope… Here. Put these on.”
She throws me a pair of hip hugger, Levi jeans. They are faded and flared at the bottom. I start to do as she says. “Liz… you haven’t taken a shower yet, it’s too late now. Never mind.” She throws me a white thermal top with a little pink rose bud on the neckline. It’s new to me. I don’t remember it. But it’s definitely cute and it’s definitely me. “Ooh!” I hear her exclaim. “This is so going to work.” She takes a hat off the back of the closet door. It’s one of those tightly form fitting hats that are in fashion right now sort of a cross between a stocking cap and a dress hat. It’s loosely woven and sort of stretches when I tug at it. It’s white like the shirt and it too has pink rose buds only they are lining the edge. It’s actually pretty cute. She throws me a pair of thick socks and a pair of doc martens. They have thick soles and a buckle that covers the laces.
I’m dressed and Maria looks pleased. “How do you do it?” She asks.
“Do what?” I have no idea what she is talking about.
“You just woke up and you don’t have a stitch of make-up on and you look beautiful.” I know I’m blushing.
“There is no way that I look beautiful. I think you’re delusional.” I tell her as I go to my dresser and pull out the top right hand drawer and find my make-up. I look at myself in the mirror and begin by applying my blush. I move to my eyes and add pink metallic shadow on the lid. I line my eyes with a burgundy liner and I finish off my eyes with brown mascara. Digging around in the bag I grab my pink lip liner. I fill it in with pink frost lipstick and seal it with my strawberry lip-gloss that automatically goes in my right front pocket. Granted I’ve never been one to wear much make-up but after one of my episodes I looked at myself and realized that I was wearing just a little bit and ever since then I’ve been trying to duplicate what I remember from back then.
I throw the bag back in the drawer and shut it. “I guess I’m ready.” I don’t sound too confident and Maria notices.
“Look I know you’ve only been here a couple of weeks and you don’t know anyone yet but that is all going to change. We’re seniors and in our last semester. Now is the time to relax and party before we have to head off into the big bad world. Everyone that is anyone is going to be there. I can guarantee that you’re going to love the music and I even know a member of the band. He lets me sing with them every once in awhile. Don’t worry, Liz. It’s going to be fun. Besides I think it’s time that you meet the rest of the gang.” I begin to protest. “I know, I know. You’re not comfortable about meeting new people but they’re great people. You like me now, don’t you?” I shake my head hesitantly. I don’t really know her. Well at least this me don’t know her that well.
“Okay, then it’s settled. Tonight’s the night you meet Max, Michael, Isabel, Tess, Kyle and Alex.” She grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me to the door. “Let’s get going.”
I follow her because I still have no idea what is going on or where we are going. She walks around to a red jetta and climbs in and I instinctively go to the passenger side as if I’ve done it my entire life. The car starts and sputters and Maria backs out. She sings to the tune on the radio, I join in. I have to admit I really like her I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. I think we’ll be able to become really great friends. The ride to where ever we are going is a long tedious drive and I find myself looking out the window at the landscape before it is even over.
I can’t believe I’m here. I’ve lost at least two weeks of my life and not only that I’ve moved over three thousand miles during that time. You see; I’m Liz Parker from Newington, Connecticut. The last thing I remember is being home for the holidays. We had one of the best Christmas dinners ever and I had brought my boyfriend Sean Wimer home with me from college to meet my folks. God, Sean. What had happened? What do my parent’s think about me moving here?
I’m brought out from my daze when Maria parks the car in line behind a ton of others. “Well we’re here. Are you ready to have the time of your life?” I open the door ignoring her question and take a look around. I can hear a band playing already. A group of people is making their way to it and Maria and I seem to get separated. I follow the herd as if I’m one of them. My mind was still reeling from my new environment. Why was I here? I had no idea what the hell I was doing in California. I was just at the University of Connecticut, Stamford Campus and now I’m here in California.
I was too wrapped up into my thoughts and realized that I was no longer walking behind the herd of people. I walked over to the table that held the drinks. I grab a beer and take in my surrounding. Who would have guessed that we are on the back nine of a golf course at some country club? Not me. The band playing consists of all boys. I seem to be dressed appropriately because the bass player is wearing almost the same exact thing as me except in shades of blue. Right down to the hat.
I take a swig of the beer and start to listen to the music. There is a ton of people here. I would hate to be the one that let the information leak. The way that Maria made it sound was that this was a private party that no one was supposed to know about. Yeah, right. No one knows, and I’m the president of the United States.
I gaze over the crowd and my eyes come to rest on a dark hair man. He’s so amazingly handsome that I stare for what seems to be an eternity. “Liz! I thought I lost you! Are you okay?” Maria, she’s funny. She’s actually out of breath and is leaning over to try and catch it.
“I’m fine. I wasn’t worried. I seem to always get where I need to be. Don’t worry about me. What’s up with you? Why are you breathing so hard?” It was true. No matter what I woke up to I always seemed to get myself out of it. I can’t really say that I was lucky. If I were lucky I wouldn’t be suffering with missing pieces of time.
“Okay. Our gang is over here.” She takes my hand and I follow behind her. She had deftly maneuvered around my question about her being out of breath. She was smooth. Real smooth.
“So, which one of your friends is in the band?” I ask. “They are really good.”
“I told you they were good. Alex plays bass.” We just happened to be walking in front of the makeshift stage when she starts waving profusely. The man that is dressed like me waves back and winks at her. I watch Maria’s reaction. Is he her boyfriend? She hadn’t said that he was tonight. I see her thumbing back in my direction and Alex’s eyes make contact with me. He slides down to his knees and starts strumming the most amazing riff that I have ever heard. He was good. Hell he was fucking amazing.
“He approves of you.” She screams in my ear. “He’s only ever done that riff for Isabel.”
“Who’s Isabel?” I was hoping that I wasn’t looking stupid for asking. I had no idea who anyone was until I had a face staring at me. And according to Maria I had yet to meet them yet.
“Isabel is Alex’s girlfriend.” She said smiling. “Just a word to the wise. Ignore her until she gets to know you. Throw everything she says out the window. And whatever you do… Don’t talk back to her.”
“Great. Am I going to be in trouble with her because of what Alex just did?” I had to ask. That was the last thing I wanted to do was make a girlfriend jealous. I didn’t know him and I didn’t force him to do what he just did. The people are making a path for us. Maria is pushing and shoving and I’m thinking to myself that it’s only a matter of time before we get in a fight.
“No, don’t worry about it.” Maria stops in front of me all of a sudden. I walk right into the back of her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. I look to see who she is looking at and I see a blonde giving me the evil glare back at me. “I take it that’s Isabel?”
“Yeah.” She turns around and grabs me by the shoulders. “It’s just her. I think we’ll wait until the break. I would hate for you two to get off on the wrong foot. And besides I need some reinforcements, someone that will take your side. I can’t hold Isabel off by myself. I’m no god.” Maria is shaking me with every word that comes out of her mouth.
“Maria… Maria. If you don’t quit shaking me I won’t have any beer left.” I’m holding my beer as far away as I possibly can, so I don’t get any on me.
“Oh, sorry. It’s just that I know how she is about newcomers. She doesn’t like them…” She realized the error of her words and began to back pedal really fast. “But she’s going to LOVE you. I just know it.” Yeah, right. Like I’m going to believe her. I take another gulp of my beer. If I’m going to meet Isabel, bitch from hell, then I’m going to be feeling pretty good.
I push pass Maria and walk right up to the blonde. She’s about 5’8 and looks like she could be a model. “Hi, I’m Liz. Liz Parker. Maria’s told me so many nice things about you I just couldn’t wait to come and introduce myself to you.” I give her my sweet as molasses kiss my ass smile and hold out my hand for her to take it. She hesitates for a few seconds and then takes it.
“I’m Isabel… Isabel Evans and the guy on stage is my boyfriend.” She sends me one of her go to hell smiles and I nod my head as we shake hands.
“He’s good and Maria’s already told me that he was your boyfriend. Don’t worry about me. I have a steady boyfriend at home.” Well at least I hope I still do.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” A guy’s voice enters into the conversation just behind me. I turn to my right and am eye to eye with yet another blonde. Doesn’t this group have anyone with brown hair? And then I remember Alex. I wasn’t going to be alone. Alex had brown hair and blue eyes. Well from where I was they looked like blue. Anyway. I’m looking at blonde number three and his blue eyes are sparkling and I realize why. He’s drunker than a skunk.
“Is this who you were telling me about Maria?” He looks me over as if I was a piece of meat.
“Kyle. I like you to meet, Liz. Liz Parker this is Kyle Valenti and forgive him he usually doesn’t act this way.” I looked at Maria and then back at Kyle.
I hold my hand out to him and he takes it and instead of shaking it he leans over and kisses it. He looks up at me and then he tugs me to the middle of the pack of people dancing. “Come on. Let’s dance.” I hear him say. I look over my shoulder to Maria who has her hands on her hips and then I take a chance to look at Isabel. She’s waving to me with one evil look in her eyes.
“Kyle, slow down; you’re going to make me spill my beer.” Yes, I still had the same cup of beer and to be honest it was getting flat and all yucky tasting. He turns around and takes the cup from me and throws it to the ground.
“There, now you don’t have to worry about the beer anymore. Come on Liz dance with me.” He takes both my hands and we start dancing. “So, where’s your boyfriend?”
“Umm. Back home.” What else was I supposed to say? I had no idea where he was. I don’t even know why I’m here or how I got here.
“Well then I would have to say that you don’t have a boyfriend. Back home doesn’t constitute as having a boyfriend. I can guarantee it that he’s not thinking about you on a Friday night.” He continues to dance. I do have to admit that he is pretty attractive. A little overbearing for my taste but hey, he had a point. What Sean doesn’t know won’t kill him.
“So. Tell me about you. Where’s back home for you and who did you leave behind?” It’s only fair to ask. If Maria wanted me to become part of the group then I had to know a little about them and it was safe to say I hadn’t met any of them during my little ‘episode’.
“Roswell, New Mexico is back home and no I didn’t leave anyone back there.” He smiled at me. Was that it? He can’t just leave it at that.
“So, did you meet Isabel, Alex and Maria in Roswell or did you meet them here?” I was swaying to the beat of the music that was playing.
“I’ve known Maria and Alex for like forever. We didn’t become friends with Isabel, Michael, Max and Tess until our sophomore year in high school. We’re inseparable now.” He stopped talking. No more information. Nothing. I let it drop because I wouldn’t like some stranger asking me all these questions. There has to be something here that caused me to come here.
There were so many questions that were running through my mind, I didn’t realize the music had ended. “I’m going to go get a beer do you want another one?” Kyle is looking at me as if he could tell I was in some serious pondering.
“Sure. I’ll go with you.” I follow behind as we dart in and out of the people that were swarming in front of the stage. "Wouldn’t it be easier if we just move the group over here that way we wouldn’t have to cut through all these people? This is my second trip through the masses.” I tell him. All it takes is a few swigs of beer in me and I’m miss originality.
“You know, Parker I’m glad that you’re here. They just don’t seem to understand the importance of being close to the beer table. Maybe with the two of us we could get them to change.” He looks back over his shoulder at me and smiles. He turns back around and runs into the dark haired guy that I had spotted earlier when Maria had interrupted me. “Hey man. We are all over there. We’ll be there in a minute. We’re just getting another beer. You guys want anything?” They both shake their head no.
So Kyle knew him and… I see a small petite blonde attached to his arm. Figures, he likes blondes. Doesn’t anyone know the benefits of a true brunette? I don’t think so. I watch the interchange between the two guys and I look at Kyle’s friend and get lost. His amber eyes flicker in the moonlight. A girl could get lost in there if she wasn’t careful. Kyle takes my hand and pulls me behind him. I smile as we pass the other couple and I don’t look back. Do you know how hard it was for me not to turn back and look at his ass? It practically killed me but I had a feeling that like Isabel the blonde on his arm was as possessive as she was. I didn’t need that. Two out of three girls not liking me was not for me. They would only be the death of me.
We get our beer and I follow Kyle back to where the group was. Their numbers had grown in such a short time. Now there was six of them standing there all eyes were on me as Maria was flapping her gums to everyone. Out of them all there was only three sets of eyes that didn’t look like they wanted to kill me for entering their little group. I’ll give you three guesses on who they are and the first two don’t count. Nope. Nope… Okay. I’ll just tell you. The three that don’t look like they hate me already is Maria, Alex and the guy that Kyle and I bumped into on our way to the beer table. Imagine that. There are now three guys and three girls. Alex and Isabel are standing by each other and then there is Maria and let’s just call him Spike until I get the name and then there is the dark head bombshell with his blonde bimbo.
“So, Kyle. Where’s your girlfriend? Everyone seems to be taken but you. What gives?” I ask before we get up there. I thought it was kind of weird that out of the entire group that Kyle was the only one without a girlfriend. It was probably the motivation behind Maria wanting me to become part of their little group.
“I’m a mover and a shaker and I haven’t found the right girl just yet.” He emphasized the word yet as he moved his eyebrows up and down at me and then gave me another smile. Okay. The score was four to three. I can live with that. I think. I’m not too sure if I like the idea of Kyle being on my side but I was willing to give him a chance.
“Hey. Okay. We are all here. Guys, this is Liz Parker. Liz this is the gang. Isabel, Alex, Max, Tess and this handsome man is my man Michael.” She was leaning her head on his shoulder and he didn’t look too comfortable about it either. So there I was. In a group of seven people that I had no idea who they were. All I had were their names and that they came from Roswell, New Mexico.
I’m asking could my life get any weirder? I think so. Let the inquisition begin.
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