I Thought I Was Someone Else (1 of 1)
Warning: References to rape.
“It's all right,” she says. When I don't respond, she lets go of Oz and limps over to me. “It's all right,” she says. She looks very pretty. She looks unconscionably pretty. She looks diabolically pretty. She looks happy and pretty. She doesn't understand that I want to do it again. She doesn't understand that the soul she stuck in me is old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird. She doesn't understand that I want to rub myself on her prettiness until it goes away. She doesn't understand that I want to pull the prettiness off of her like a hat.
“You look pretty,” I say.
“That's all?” she says. “That's all?”
“I don't like me,” I say. “Do you like me?”
“Oz, could you leave us,” she says, “Alone for a second?”
“I could never not like you,” she says, “Xander.”
“I lied,” I say. “I fucking love myself.”
“That's all?” she says. “That's all?”
“That's all I can think of,” I say. “You're going to be so pretty with him. You're going to have three pretty children. He's going to stick his dick in you to make children. It eats me up like acid. It's like fucking acid.”
“Really?” she says. “You're doing this now? You think now is the time for this?”
“I don't have anything better to do,” I say.
She lets go of me and limps over to the door.
“Please don't,” I say. “Please don't.”
“That's what she said,” she says, and shuts the door.
...
The title and inspiration are from this song from Trainspotting.
“It's all right,” she says. When I don't respond, she lets go of Oz and limps over to me. “It's all right,” she says. She looks very pretty. She looks unconscionably pretty. She looks diabolically pretty. She looks happy and pretty. She doesn't understand that I want to do it again. She doesn't understand that the soul she stuck in me is old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird. She doesn't understand that I want to rub myself on her prettiness until it goes away. She doesn't understand that I want to pull the prettiness off of her like a hat.
“You look pretty,” I say.
“That's all?” she says. “That's all?”
“I don't like me,” I say. “Do you like me?”
“Oz, could you leave us,” she says, “Alone for a second?”
“I could never not like you,” she says, “Xander.”
“I lied,” I say. “I fucking love myself.”
“That's all?” she says. “That's all?”
“That's all I can think of,” I say. “You're going to be so pretty with him. You're going to have three pretty children. He's going to stick his dick in you to make children. It eats me up like acid. It's like fucking acid.”
“Really?” she says. “You're doing this now? You think now is the time for this?”
“I don't have anything better to do,” I say.
She lets go of me and limps over to the door.
“Please don't,” I say. “Please don't.”
“That's what she said,” she says, and shuts the door.
...
The title and inspiration are from this song from Trainspotting.