Chapter Eight: The Twilight Phone

SONG: "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor: dedication , passion and drive.

Tristan's POV

I couldn't believe what Ron said last night! What the hell was he thinking??? No, he couldn't have been thinking. The asshole! I had to get it all out. Suck out the poison like a snake bite. I had to paint what I felt.

The more paint I slapped onto that canvas, the better I felt, the clearer I thought, the more blank my mind went.

My brush flew, covering up any white spots I saw. Like that Stones song, I painted it black. All of it. Red here, purple there. A little grey. Blue. Orange. Rush Rush Rush. My brush spoke to me, my heart beat faster, my chest heaved with my efforts, my forehead broke out with a thin veil of sweat. "Remember the Name" blaring on my stereo. My body moved with the violin, my heart skipped with the beat, the colours on my canvas mimicked the lyrics in their fluidity.

And when it was all done, I fell to the floor and cried.

Painting always makes me emotional. Always. I picked up the phone. I needed to vent. Let it all out. I couldn't call Ron. He was the reason I was crying. I couldn't call Lori. She was the one that started this thing in the first place. I called Jon and Dave, but they'd taken their daughter out to the park. I would have called Rikki, but he had his line cut. Struggling actors, he informed me, sometimes had to make sacrifices to keep from selling out.

I laid down on the floor, and fell asleep.

awhilelaterawhilelaterawhilelaterawhilelaterawhilelaterawhilelater

Ring.Ring.Ring.

Why are phones so damn persistent? I guess it really isn't the phone itself, but the person calling on it. The answering machine kicked on.

"You are dazed, bewildered, trapped in a world with no time, where colours collides with sound and shadows explode. You see a sign up ahead. This is no ordinary answering device, this is: The Twilight Phone" my pre-recorded voice said.

"Uh, hey Tris baby, um...I'm coming home a little late tonight. I want to talk to you about last night. I uh, I love you, you know that right? Okay, now I'm making an ass out of myself. I uhm...I, just call me later, okay? I love you."

Damn him. Suddenly, I couldn't be in our apartment. Everywhere I looked, there he was. And he was about the last person I wanted to be around right now.

I ran. I ran out side and hailed a taxi.

I must've knocked about a thousand times. Where the hell was he???

"Rikki! It's Tris!" I kept banging.

Then it hit me.

I reached under the mat. There I found a note.

Dear Whoever.

Went for an addition. Dunno when I'll be back. I didn't leave the key this time. Sorry or whatev. If this is Darryl, thanks for last night, but don't ever come back.

SlikRikk

There's only one other place in all of England that I could think to run to. But I had to be...Careful?

KnockKnockKnock.

This time the door actually opened.

Harry was surprised to see me. "Tris! Uh, what're you doing here?"

I didn't bother to be invited in. I pushed through the door, sat down on the couch, and explained last night and New York to a very confused looking Harry.
Who then invited me to spend the night.

In your face Ron.