Sleep is no comfort to someone who's felt death breathing down his neck. Sleep is
comforting when I'm tired but I always wake up panicky. Sometimes I wake up screaming,
and that's what wakes me up from my light slumber but this time it's not my scream.
It's Sid's. I rush to Sid's room, hoping she's O-Kay. I can't help but have feelings
for her even if I'll never be the leading man; I don't care anymore as long as she's
safe and happy. I wished she'd be happy and safe with me but it'll never happen.
"Sid! Sid! Are you O-Kay" I say when I reach her door and find it's locked.
"I'm O-Kay Randy, go back to bed."
"Are you sure? You don't sound O-Kay."
"I'm fine. It's sweet of you to worry now go to bed."
"You want to talk?"
"Sure," she says and I lean back against her door.
"So, how's life been treating you other then the man in the mask chasing you?"
"You know the answer to that Randy. I was in isolation before Roman started killing
people. Just like you were till today."
"Only people you talked to didn't know you're real name?" I ask.
"Yeah. You never told me what you're pen name was." She says as I feel her leaning
against the back of her door.
"Would you believe me if I said Randall Lee Curtis?"
"No" Sid says laughing.
"Randall Prescott" I say in all seriousness.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, it was either that or Randall Tatum."
"I miss her."
"So do I."
"I miss Halle, Derek, and even Cotton to an extent."
"100% Cotton wasn't too bad of a show"
"You actually watched it?"
"Yeah, it was good in a Jerry Springer type way."
"So, has there been anyone in your life since Karen?"
"Hey, I thought I'd be dead when I mentioned that, please don't bring it up"
"Seriously though, the porn section of the video store?"
"Yes now shut up" I can here her laughing.
"I'm sorry Randy. It's just funny. Shit happens right?" she starts giggling again.
We stay up talking till around 3am. We discuss everything from movies to how Sid gave up
her acting dream and I gave up my directing and producing dream, but we both agree writings
a good fall back. We laugh about if Mickey and Mrs. Loomis wouldn't have come after us Sid
could have been the scream queen in my movies. Then we decide that it's time for sleep and
we go to our respective bed's. It's amazing what kind of conversations you can have through
a door.
comforting when I'm tired but I always wake up panicky. Sometimes I wake up screaming,
and that's what wakes me up from my light slumber but this time it's not my scream.
It's Sid's. I rush to Sid's room, hoping she's O-Kay. I can't help but have feelings
for her even if I'll never be the leading man; I don't care anymore as long as she's
safe and happy. I wished she'd be happy and safe with me but it'll never happen.
"Sid! Sid! Are you O-Kay" I say when I reach her door and find it's locked.
"I'm O-Kay Randy, go back to bed."
"Are you sure? You don't sound O-Kay."
"I'm fine. It's sweet of you to worry now go to bed."
"You want to talk?"
"Sure," she says and I lean back against her door.
"So, how's life been treating you other then the man in the mask chasing you?"
"You know the answer to that Randy. I was in isolation before Roman started killing
people. Just like you were till today."
"Only people you talked to didn't know you're real name?" I ask.
"Yeah. You never told me what you're pen name was." She says as I feel her leaning
against the back of her door.
"Would you believe me if I said Randall Lee Curtis?"
"No" Sid says laughing.
"Randall Prescott" I say in all seriousness.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, it was either that or Randall Tatum."
"I miss her."
"So do I."
"I miss Halle, Derek, and even Cotton to an extent."
"100% Cotton wasn't too bad of a show"
"You actually watched it?"
"Yeah, it was good in a Jerry Springer type way."
"So, has there been anyone in your life since Karen?"
"Hey, I thought I'd be dead when I mentioned that, please don't bring it up"
"Seriously though, the porn section of the video store?"
"Yes now shut up" I can here her laughing.
"I'm sorry Randy. It's just funny. Shit happens right?" she starts giggling again.
We stay up talking till around 3am. We discuss everything from movies to how Sid gave up
her acting dream and I gave up my directing and producing dream, but we both agree writings
a good fall back. We laugh about if Mickey and Mrs. Loomis wouldn't have come after us Sid
could have been the scream queen in my movies. Then we decide that it's time for sleep and
we go to our respective bed's. It's amazing what kind of conversations you can have through
a door.