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Sam walked into the bedroom beside hers. “Lizzy?” hoe are you going to bed soon? Sam looked at her sister. Sam was always jealous that Lizzys’ hair was so perfect, but now she’s just happy that her sister is here.
It’s been 10 years since their parents died and Lizzy has not been able to get over it as fast as every one else has.
Finally Lizzy answer, “WHAT!” Lizzy screamed, “I don’t have a sister and who’s Lizzy? My names is Sabrina! Now get out, GET OUT!” Sam ran with scared look on her face.
No this can’t be happening again, Sam thought. She was doing so well why did Sabrina have to come back? Why?
After a while Sabrina finally herd Sam go back to bed, and that’s when Sabrinas’ eyes started to sparkle. Lizzy usually never let’s Sabrina out but when she does it’s at night.
“My favorite time, 1:00 am,” Sabrina whispered to herself as she got dressed, “There should be a biker joint a round here somewhere.”
Sabrina pulled on some low riding leather pants and a black halter top. Very appropriate for where I’m going. Sabrina thought to herself. Then she put on some blue eye shadow and a bright red on her lips. “Perfect,” she whispered as she tip toed down the stairs.
“Now just a few more touches ,” she said as she walked into the living room.
“Where did I put that? Ah, hear it is.” Sabrina stuck her hand under the table and pulled out a wooden box and opened it. She pulled out a six inch switch blade, pulled on knee high leather boots then slipped the switch blade inside, grabbed the car keys and left.
About 10 minutes later she was stopped in a parking lot with tons of motorcycles around it.
Enough to scare most people away, Sabrina thought as she walked in. She walked up to the bar, sat on a seat and ordered a Corona. She took a sip and looked around. Enough shaved heads in here she thought while taking another sip. She suddenly realized a guy was sitting beside her.
He put a hand on her leg then said “hey, sweet cheeks”. Sabrina could smell beer off his breath and new he was drunk, so she slipped his hand away and yelled “GET YOU HAND OFF.”
Suddenly, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a gun and said “Now, come. Come with me, now!” He put her on the back of his bike and started putting on his helmet. Sabrina, then grabbed her switch blade and stabbed him right in his shoulder. His helmet fell to the ground and he let out a cry of pain.
“AHHHHH! You crazy b***h!” The people heard this and came running outside in time to see Sabrina drop the knife and start running.
Someone yelled, “call 911, hurry!”
Then someone else said “grab her, she did this, don’t let her get away.”
Sabrina kept running without looking back, suddenly she felt two strong arms on her shoulders, she tried to get free but the man that grabbed her was too strong.
“Where do you think you are going?” He said with a chuckle. He turned her around and forced her back to the joint.
About two-to-three minutes later the police were there and had put handcuffs on her and put her in the back of the police car. As they were driving one of the police men asked, “miss, what is you name and address?”
Sabrina replied by saying, “my name is Sabrina and I live on 43 Bank Street.”
When they got to the police station they put Sabrina in a small room and the policeman asked, “before we get started would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, I would, water please,” Sabrina said with a scowl on her face.
When the policeman returned he noticed that something was wrong. Sabrina had her head on the table and it looked as if she were sobbing. He rushed in to find out about the problem. “Sabrina, are you okay? What is the matter?”
Sabrina lifted her head, most of the blue eye shadow had washed off. Her eyes were all red and puffy and her cheeks were tear stained. “Where am I?” Sabrina cried, “And who’s Sabrina? I’m Sally. I’m scared. What’s going on? Who are you?”
The police officer walked over to Sally and studied her for a moment, then asked “Sally, do you know you phone number? If you do tell it to me, I can call it.”
Sally looked up at the officer, “I’m not allowed to tell strangers that stuff.” She said with a scared look on her face.
“It’s okay to tell me that stuff,” the officer explained, “see this badge on my sleeve, it shows that I’m a policeman and it’s safe for you to tell me.”
“Umm….okay” Sally said, “my phone number is 555-4907.” The police officer went to the phone and a few minutes later he returned with Sam at his side and sent Sally back home with her. Sam had explained to the officer about Lizzy’s problem of her split personalities and he understood immediately.
It’s been a few months since then. Now Lizzy’s doing a lot better her at California’s psychiatric facility. Everyday at exactly 1:00 a.m. in the morning you can her sing “ Please, please, go away and don’t come back ever to play.”
 KittyKisses · Sun Sep 23, 2007 @ 05:54pm · 0 Comments |
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