https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd1pUfIHFqw&list=PLfzW_wEeYxk595syaBbIyl_KkEUiCXl_a&index=3Yeah, it’s been a while since the two of you have done anything together, so you think ‘fuck it’ and say “How about the classic? Dinner and movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.” Her eye’s perk up a bit as you say that, and she grins as she says “Ooooh, you’re going all out tonight, eh? That’s fine by me, there’s this horror flick I’ve been wanting to see for a while anyway. The Lighthouse, ya heard of it?”
Shaking your head, you say “You know me, Sam, I don’t pay attention to that horror junk. But hey, if that’s what you wanna see then by all means. You know when it’s showing tonight?” Grabbing her phone, she starts tapping on it as she says “Uuuhhh, lemme see… Oh! The next screening is in an hour at the Ritz, we can totally make it by then. Just uh, gimme a sec to get ready.”
Nodding, you step into the balcony to have a quick smoke while she does whatever it is that women do before they go out somewhere. While you smoke, you think on your life. Where you’re at in it, right now. You’re closer now to getting revenge than you ever were, and yet…
Yet it feels so far away.
What will you do, if you actually do end up killing That Fuck and living to tell the tale? Without Sophia, are you even really alive? Does it matter? When you close your eyes sometimes, you can see her face. In the morning, right after you wake up, it almost feels like you can hear her laughter. Then you sit up and look around your empty apartment, and remember that you’ll never see or hear her ever again.
You’re pulled out of your reverie when Sam taps you on your shoulder, and as you turn around you finally notice that your smoldering cigarette is burnt down so low that it’s sizzling your skin in between your fingers. Cursing, you flick it off the balcony and down to the street, where it joins the rest of the detritus that covers Bad Brick’s streets. “Earth to Roland. You alright baby? Something on your mind?”
“Nah,” you say “Just tired, I guess. You ready?”
“Mmmhmm.” She nods, and then you’re back out of her apartment and into the city. A short drive later, and you’re seated in a decent cineplex, watching some creepy black and white picture with an extra large tub of popcorn and your arm around Sam beside you, who’s hand occasionally grips it with surprising force when something scary or extra weird happens on screen. Before long, even you’re sucked into the weird plot of the movie as it descends deeper and deeper into madness, your own life forgotten, at least for a while.
