There had been a silence when the accusation finally got through to Tess
and Kyle. Then Tess said quietly,
"I thought I was the only one..."
"To what? Think that it's Michael's fault? Hardly!" Max said harshly. It had astounded them when they had first heard him say that. Michael was supposed to be his best friend…but then he never liked the thought of people being hurt by others. Tess winced slightly. Kyle took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"We should probably compile all the evidence against him in one place…I'm going to have an empty suitcase soon…we can use that I guess," Kyle said trying to remember what his dad did when he had a case. He gathered evidence, looked at it from every angle, thought of every conceivable theory. Around the room they nodded their heads in agreement. Isabel sitting next to the table idly played with Maria's last tape not realizing what it was. Kyle was about to snap at Isabel when he realized what it was.
"That's it!" he exclaimed.
"That's what?" Tess asked. Kyle ignored her and got up to take the tape from Isabel. The tape was wrapped in a letter as it usually was. He started reading the letter then backed up and started over, reading the letter out loud this time.
"Dear Kyle,
How's college life in Boston going? Hopefully better then my life back here in Roswell. I seem to be trying to fail 'Music Theory' but I always seem to scrape by at the important. You'd better come to my graduation like you promised! Let's see…life in Roswell (as you always request), last I heard Mom and Dad are screwing each other WAY to often for their age. Liz is living in Fairytale Land with Max most days while Isabel is attempting to run Alex into the ground with all the 'errands' she requests of him. But then he also seems to be floating in the air with all the love they share. Last but not least is Michael, wish I could say that the fights are less…but, that would be lying. The fights are actually worse now, they leave bruises…bruises on my soul. He's become completely obsessed with finding his home and I worry that if he does find out how to go home he'll leave me here without his love. I still can't see how I can love a man like Michael, he's killing me, but somehow I love him too much to NOT go running back to him."
"It doesn't stop there but the rest is just chit chat and continuing subjects that we've…we'd been having. Well actually at the bottom it says that the songs aren't like they normally are…anybody got a tape player or where we can get a tape player?'
"There's one in the Jeep if you don't mind our stuff still sitting in there," Max said wanting to hear the tape more then ever. He lead them to his Jeep and Kyle handed over the tape. While Max engaged the engine to play the tape the rest of them were climbing in and trying to find comfortable seats. Liz sat in the passenger seat in front while Isabel and Alex sat in an uninhabited spot in the back seat. Tess sat on Kyle's lap in the last available space in the Jeep. It was crowded in there but no one seemed to notice all intent on hearing the tape. When the engine finally engaged Max pushed the tape in and a few seconds later Maria's clear, sweet voice poured from the speakers.
1 "I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered in makeup
But down to the core I'm all bruises.
My little whore gives these excuses.
How can this, be rationalized
Your brain has programmed, all of those lies.
What do you tell yourself, about our situation?
How can you look at yourself without having some sort of revelation?
How do you live with yourself?
How could you possibly hurt someone like myself?
The saddest part is, I would take u back.
You've turned me into some spineless hypochondriac.
Now tend to every last emotion
I'm so caught in this I cannot grasp its hazed proportion.
All right now I'll be fair
I'll just pull you by your hair
I'll just kick you from time to time
And then I'll love you in the meantime.
It will be just like before
I'll be your girl, you'll be my whore.
I am not an angry child
I don't run hot nor mild
But for some reason when it comes to you
I smile at the thought of hitting you
I smile at the thought of watching you die.
I strive off the image of making you cry
I feed of the feeling of having you need
I lick the illusion, of watching you bleed."
"I thought I was the only one..."
"To what? Think that it's Michael's fault? Hardly!" Max said harshly. It had astounded them when they had first heard him say that. Michael was supposed to be his best friend…but then he never liked the thought of people being hurt by others. Tess winced slightly. Kyle took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"We should probably compile all the evidence against him in one place…I'm going to have an empty suitcase soon…we can use that I guess," Kyle said trying to remember what his dad did when he had a case. He gathered evidence, looked at it from every angle, thought of every conceivable theory. Around the room they nodded their heads in agreement. Isabel sitting next to the table idly played with Maria's last tape not realizing what it was. Kyle was about to snap at Isabel when he realized what it was.
"That's it!" he exclaimed.
"That's what?" Tess asked. Kyle ignored her and got up to take the tape from Isabel. The tape was wrapped in a letter as it usually was. He started reading the letter then backed up and started over, reading the letter out loud this time.
"Dear Kyle,
How's college life in Boston going? Hopefully better then my life back here in Roswell. I seem to be trying to fail 'Music Theory' but I always seem to scrape by at the important. You'd better come to my graduation like you promised! Let's see…life in Roswell (as you always request), last I heard Mom and Dad are screwing each other WAY to often for their age. Liz is living in Fairytale Land with Max most days while Isabel is attempting to run Alex into the ground with all the 'errands' she requests of him. But then he also seems to be floating in the air with all the love they share. Last but not least is Michael, wish I could say that the fights are less…but, that would be lying. The fights are actually worse now, they leave bruises…bruises on my soul. He's become completely obsessed with finding his home and I worry that if he does find out how to go home he'll leave me here without his love. I still can't see how I can love a man like Michael, he's killing me, but somehow I love him too much to NOT go running back to him."
"It doesn't stop there but the rest is just chit chat and continuing subjects that we've…we'd been having. Well actually at the bottom it says that the songs aren't like they normally are…anybody got a tape player or where we can get a tape player?'
"There's one in the Jeep if you don't mind our stuff still sitting in there," Max said wanting to hear the tape more then ever. He lead them to his Jeep and Kyle handed over the tape. While Max engaged the engine to play the tape the rest of them were climbing in and trying to find comfortable seats. Liz sat in the passenger seat in front while Isabel and Alex sat in an uninhabited spot in the back seat. Tess sat on Kyle's lap in the last available space in the Jeep. It was crowded in there but no one seemed to notice all intent on hearing the tape. When the engine finally engaged Max pushed the tape in and a few seconds later Maria's clear, sweet voice poured from the speakers.
1 "I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered in makeup
But down to the core I'm all bruises.
My little whore gives these excuses.
How can this, be rationalized
Your brain has programmed, all of those lies.
What do you tell yourself, about our situation?
How can you look at yourself without having some sort of revelation?
How do you live with yourself?
How could you possibly hurt someone like myself?
The saddest part is, I would take u back.
You've turned me into some spineless hypochondriac.
Now tend to every last emotion
I'm so caught in this I cannot grasp its hazed proportion.
All right now I'll be fair
I'll just pull you by your hair
I'll just kick you from time to time
And then I'll love you in the meantime.
It will be just like before
I'll be your girl, you'll be my whore.
I am not an angry child
I don't run hot nor mild
But for some reason when it comes to you
I smile at the thought of hitting you
I smile at the thought of watching you die.
I strive off the image of making you cry
I feed of the feeling of having you need
I lick the illusion, of watching you bleed."
