Year: 1971
Setting: Denton, USA
So my name is Liz, a normal 23 year old Denton girl... I don't know what came over me, but I completely left my life. Just another lost soul in the middle of the night... I just had broken up with my new boyfriend...AGAIN. What the hell was I doing with my life?! Most girls my age were finishing school or settling down by now, but not me. I left my boyfriend Roger, I really had a lot going with him. He wanted to stay in Denton, but I wanted to move as far away as possible. Oh and also, my parents hated him. But we became so close, I began to fear if it was all true or not. I completely lost it one night and left him. Every person I met had different goals and different dreams. Roger was the first person I'd ever shared any connection with. Love is the dumbest thing on the face of the earth. Love made me sick. I drove my car with tears in my eyes as it broke down in the middle of nowhere. I found Frank's castle that night, figuring it was the place for me.
The night turned into days, which turned into weeks. The people of the house were very strange compared to anyone I had ever met. The domestic and handyman called Magenta and Riff Raff were fine for the most part. I was cordial with them and we were at good terms not getting in each others ways. The only thing I knew about them is they were servants and brother and sister. I talked to Magenta sometimes, she was nice I guess. But damn was she pretty. Her brother wasn't much to look at but there was something about him that did turn me on as well... I had to share a room with this extremely perky groupie who was by far annoying and moved much to quickly, I guess she was kind of attractive. But she was no where as quick as the 'master' himself. His name was Frankie. And I crushed hard. As soon as I met him his charm had mesmerized me. For once, I thought I loved someone. But as soon as we started spending more nights alone together Columbia began distancing herself from me. Her and Frank had once been something serious I guess, because some nights she would downright ignore me. I thought we were friends... But one evening I spent with Frank, I didn't feel like it. I was homesick and lonely and was starting to regret what I did to Roger. I was hurting. I thought he'd understand, but before I could explain my state of depression, he told me how disgraceful I was for all he's done for me and letting me stay with him and offer so much hospitality and I was denying him the one favor. Looking back I might have been lucky all he did that night was whip me until my eyes couldn't cry anymore. He left me laying helplessly on the lab floor with bleeding wounds covering my back.