A or B, no C or D
By: Carla L. Sierra Arzuffi
Chapter
one: The bloody peach sheets.
On my way
home I thought about how lucky I was to be in New York and how lucky New York
was to have me, I was beautiful, young and talented, sure, the last couple of
months haven’t been the greatest for me, I hadn’t been able to book one single
acting job, but I was an optimist. I came to this hectic city from a small town
a year ago, I was one of those actresses that wanted to make it on the big
apple. But I was better than most of the other ones, of that I was sure. I was
feeling lucky because yesterday was a lucky day for me. I was lucky enough to
audition for a huge role on a Sean Penn movie and I was lucky enough to have
hooked up with a gorgeous Calvin Klein model. Yeah, life was good. Yesterday
could erase the last couple of crappy months.
Where I
come from this sort of things just don’t happen for a girl, usually you just
live near your parent’s house and you get married and have children to continue
the vicious cycle of life. Sure, that would be something nice to do, I love
children, specially my nephews, but I wanted to prove everyone I could be an
actress. I had a backup plan, or more like a future plan, I envisioned myself
to marry another actor and then have beautiful famous toddlers that everyone
would envy, and then even adopt (Like Brad and Angelina). I secretly had a
picture of the whole Bradgelina family on vacation saved on my wish box. After
watching “The secret” I usually did this sort of thing hoping that the universe
will take care of me.
It was a
very warm day in the city; the streets were almost empty since everyone was
probably on places that have air conditioning. I bought a cone of raspberry
ice-cream and savored it while planning my perfect future where I would have it
all. I went up the stairs of my not so crappy apartment, believe me it was not
that crappy compared to the place I had lived my first tree months in New York.
Of course I had no air conditioning, but I had two air ventilators that I proceed
to turn on as I finished my ice-cream.
I checked
my messages in the machine, there was the usual message from my mom “How are
you sweetie, ready to come home? Just kidding, hope everything went great on
the audition, your dad and I miss you, but we are very proud of you, your
sisters say hello, love you” beep.
I appreciated
that my parents were sort of supportive; yes it was something difficult for
them. I was the youngest of five girls, but my parents still managed to give
each us the attention we needed, of course my sisters were all living in my
hometown and were married and tree of them already had children. I know deep inside
my parents wished I had followed my sister’s footsteps, but they had to accept
that I was the one with the “bigger dreams”
Hearing my
mothers voice made me feel nostalgic about the past, specially my childhood, I
was a happy kid, my early days are filled with lovely memories of me running
around free, of course the freedom you have in your childhood is completely
different from to the one you have or want to achieve as an adult. I suddenly
got this strange feeling, like something was watching me, like something would
come out prancing trough a dark corner and attack me. This was a feeling I have
had since my early teens, the feeling of being observed when you are around people
but specially when you are alone.
I quickly
pushed the feeling aside and went into the bathroom to take a bubble bath. I
took my time in it, remembering my happiest moments, I had to admit that since
I turned 19 there haven’t been so many of those kind of memories you want to
cherish, mostly things you want to forget, or things that don’t even pop in
your head ever again.
Last night
was a night to remember, that guy sure was d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s. Guys mostly think
girls cant talk or think like them, you know, like straight-attraction- sex,
admiration of the body and features’, no feelings involved, but we sure as hell
can, and I was one of those girls, sure I cherished my secret idea of marriage
and kids and wealth and big house and golfing and dogs and mini –vans, but
while I was still young, and I was, I wanted to do whatever came up in my way,
go with the flow.
I wasn’t
searching for a boyfriend or love at the moment, just pure pleasure. I was so
keen to that idea I didn’t even remember the Calvin dude name, I was sure I was
never to see him again, it was just sex, no exchange of phone numbers and awkward
waiting by the phone to receive a call five days after the “night it happened”
followed by an uncomfortable date where you both realize it was just a
one-night-booze thing and you have nothing in common. A one-night stand was a
one-night stand, and I seriously think woman should stop clinging to the urban
myth that “that night” can turn into a relationship or even worse, that the guy
can turn into your future husband.
I would probably meet my future husband on set, while we play lovers on
screen we will become lovers on real life. Yeap, that was it.
My skin was
getting wrinkly announcing it was time to get out of the tub. I scrubbed my hair
with the towel and wrapped it around me. I walked into my room ready to start
the “pimping myself after a bath” ritual when I noticed there was something in
my bed that was definitely not there before.
It was not
something, it appeared to be someone, just someone little. I wanted to scream
or run but I could not get my eyes off the strange thing. He was tinny and wearing
a green cute suit matched to a pair of little black boots and a tiny cup hat. I
was sure I had seen a creature like that somewhere, probably on a kid’s book,
or in San Patrick’s day. I must have gone crazy or fallen asleep at the tub,
because I was sure that I was seeing a small leprechaun. For a moment I thought
it could be a toy or just a figure, then the little guy moved and smiled at me.
“Hello”- He
said with a sweet voice that suited him. Even thought this was strange
situation, I managed to say Hello back. This was probably a trick of some sort.
“My name is
Link, what’s yours?” – He asked. I couldn't help but laugh. He didn’t look exactly
like the character of the videogame, but it was close enough.
“Hi Link,
my name is Princess Zelda, mmmm are you some kind of advanced robot or
something like that” I said pretty content with my answer.
“No” he
answered with a cute smile “I am not a robot. I am real, flesh and bone”
“Prove it”
I dared the robot leprechaun.
Link rolled
his eyes as is he dealt with this kind of thing every single day, then his
sweet face completely changed. Instead of his small perfect teeth, piranha-like
sharp teeth appeared inside his mouth, his blue eyes turned red while his veins
popped out all over his face and body like he just lifted a huge weight. He
then moved up his arm and took a bite; he ripped a huge chunk of his tiny arm
and spitted the flesh into my perfect peach sheets. Blood dripped out of his arm;
the wound was so deep I could identify from the distance a piece of his bone.
His face changed again into the innocent creature I was first introduced, he slicked
out his tongue and started licking the wound, it immediately started to heal
and flesh started to grow back.
I, of course passed out.
To be continued.........
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