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A girl moves to the big city to follow her dreams.
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Sunday, February 15th, 1:27am – Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Blood, so much blood… I can’t
see anything but the color red. Red on the walls, on the floor, on my clothes, on Gabrielle’s
dress, which had already been red. How did this happen? I only wanted to talk. I only
wanted to know why. Just talk…
Sunday, January 4th, 3:43pm – I’m working. I work at a bookstore. I have an IQ of 172
and I can’t get a job anywhere else. I like the bookstore, though. It used to be bigger, but
years ago it got divided to make room for the tables and the counter where the customers
buy the overpriced coffee. I love the rows of books, the way they smell. I have memorized
every shelf of every section. I know exactly where everything is. I don’t share this
information. I’ve learned over time that it’s better for everyone when I pretend I’m not as
smart as I am, when I pretend I’m “normal”.
I feel a tap on my shoulder. I don’t feel comfortable with people touching me, but
every so often it happens. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again before I turn
around, in an effort to calm myself. I plaster my “customer service” smile on and finally
turn to greet eyes the color of storm clouds.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for a book that my friend wants. It’s her birthday and I want
to get it for her. I was hoping you could tell me if you have it and where I could find it. I’m
talking too much, I always talk too much…” She smiled easily, the way people who are
born attractive do. Although her smile didn’t look fake and manipulative, you know, the
way pretty girls smile when they want something.
“What?” was all my 172 point IQ could come up with.
“I’m sorry, I always do that. I talk too much and too fast and people don’t know
what I’m talking about. I need a book called Green Meadows and Cyanide Pills by Jacob
Jenkins.”
That’s how I met Gabrielle. I was able to help her with the purchase of her book.
She was new in town. She and her friend had been offered a job at a local newspaper,
and as recently graduated journalists they jumped at the opportunity. Her friend’s name
was Susan, much plainer, I thought, than Gabrielle.
Wednesday, January 7th, 6:05pm – I’m standing outside the building where Gabrielle
works. She said she had liked the bookshop and would likely be a regular customer. She
had not returned yet. The last words she had said to me were “Thanks so much for all
your help. I’m really happy I met you, Gerry.” I had introduced myself as Gerard, I usually
cringe at nicknames like “Gerry”, but in her voice it had a nice ring to it. She had smiled
often and sincerely while we located the book (I pretended I had to look it up in the
computer and searched several wrong shelves before “finding” it). She had kept speaking
about her friend Susan and both their expectations for their new job. She had liked me, I
was sure. But in three days she had not returned to the store. Then it dawned on me!
Surely she had been busy getting acquainted with her new job! Surely she hadn’t had
time to come by the bookstore.
Gabrielle emerged from the building that housed the Daily Dispatch with another
girl, presumably Susan. Susan was not at all plain. She was tall and lean with skin the
color of rich caramel. However, next to Gabrielle, she seemed plain to me. I emerged
from the bakery where I had been keeping watch of the entrance, holding a loaf of French
bread that I had purchased forty minutes earlier. I then crossed to her side of the street
looking at the ground, then looked up and pretended to notice her for the first time. “Oh,
hello… Gabrielle right?” like I could have forgotten.
“Oh, hi!” there was the smile again. “Gary, right?” Sure. “This is my friend, Susan.
Susan, this is Gary. He helped me find the book.”
“Hi, Gary,” said plain Susan. “The book is great so far, a real thriller!”
Nobody cares, Susan. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll have to read it sometime. You ladies
just get off shift?” Ladies?!
“Yes, I’m so exhausted!” said Susan.
I wasn’t talking to you, Susan! “Well, there’s a nice pub just down the street. We
can have a few beers to celebrate your new job…” I don’t drink beer. I don’t drink at all.
“Thanks, Gary,” said Gabrielle, “but we really are quite pooped. There’s still a
couple of assignments I need to finish tonight. We’re still not used to this job. Raincheck?”
It had taken every ounce of my non-existent social skills and imaginary courage to
extend that invitation. “Of course, no problem.” Smile, remember to smile. “If you girls
need any help getting settled in, you know where to find me.”
“Bye, Gary. Nice to meet you,” said Susan.
“Thanks again, Gary. It was really nice to see you again.” With that and a twirl of
black peacoat and long black hair, Gabrielle walked away.
Gerard, my name is Gerard.
Friday, January 16th, 6:47 – I’m standing in the bakery again. I have done so every day
since Wednesday of last week. Every day I purchase a loaf of French bread I don’t intend
to eat. Not today, though. I’ve followed Gabrielle and Susan home each evening; they live
in a third floor loft on Dyer Street. Gabrielle’s windows are the two on the left side. She
still hasn’t returned to the bookstore.
Last Friday they stopped for a few drinks at the pub I had indicated was nice, even
though I had never visited it. I watched from outside for hours while the two girls shared
drinks and laughs. I smiled to myself every time a prospective suitor was turned away. It
had been so cold. I wished I could have gone in and pretended running into them again,
but I hadn’t been prepared. So I waited until they left just after midnight and walked them
home from the shadows. That’s why I didn’t buy the bread today. If they go back to the
pub, I’ll be ready to be casual and charming. It is unusually late for Gabrielle not to be out
yet, she’s always through the door between 6:10 and 6:20. There she is, in the blood-red
leather jacket that I love, followed by Susan. Always Susan… there has not been a single
moment besides the bookstore that I’ve seen Gabrielle alone.
They walk a ways down and someone joins them, a man. He is tall and handsome.
They continue walking and talking together and finally reach the entrance of the pub. I
was thrown off by the new addition to the group, though, so I wait outside for a while and
watch them. The new guy seems to be paying more attention to Susan, I am relieved. I
am debating whether to go in or not, an hour goes by. I finally walk in and head straight
to the bar, completely missing Gabrielle and the others. I order a scotch on the rocks,
going on impulse. It sounds like a man’s drink, but I’ve never had alcohol, so I wouldn’t
know. I wait at the bar with my back to the party, waiting for one of them to recognize me
and invite me to join them. Ten minutes go by, I still haven’t touched my whiskey, they
still haven’t noticed me. Finally I feel a tap on my shoulder, much like the first time. This
time the touch is welcome. I turn around to the same storm-cloud eyes, though in the
pub’s dim lighting, they look almost black.
“I thought that was you!” she says. “I’m here with Susan and Jason. Are you
expecting someone?”
I try my best to look surprised. “I was, but he just cancelled. It’s nice to see you.”
“Well, if you’re alone you should come sit with us.”
“Thanks.” I grab my untouched drink and follow Gabrielle to their table.
I introduce myself as Gerard to Jason and neither of the girls seem to realize that
they had called me by the wrong name in our previous encounter. I sit there, with them,
making small talk, laughing at jokes, in the most uncomfortable situation I have ever been
in, but I would not have been anywhere else. Just before midnight, I say my goodbyes
and pretend to leave. I stand outside in a shaded alley and wait. They all leave together
twenty minutes later. I follow them home, Jason is invited upstairs. This makes me more
upset than I had anticipated. I wait for several hours, until all of the windows in their
apartment go dark. Jason did not emerge. I realize the dawn is about to break and start
walking home, noticing for the first time the numbness in my fingers and toes.
Thursday, January 22nd, 7:05pm – I am so mad! Every day since last Friday Jason has
been a permanent fixture in the girls’ apartment. It should not bother me so much since
he is keeping Susan busy and Gabrielle has been moving about on her own. Monday
afternoon I followed her to the mall after she got off work. She bought a beautiful red
dress, a pair of earrings and some other knickknacks. She sat alone in the coffee shop
drinking chai tea with milk and reading. It was wonderful to have her all to myself. I was
so high on this feeling that after the lights went out in her apartment I let myself in. I had
been researching how to pick locks on the internet. I even practiced on my own door a
few times. I am pleased to say that I am a natural. The apartment was tidy and feminine.
I watched her sleep for about an hour, I’m not sure, all the while taking in the space that
was hers. The silk scarf draped over the back of a chair, the uneven pile of books on the
corner desk, plus two more books on the bedside table. I watched her until my fingers
ached from not touching her and left quietly, taking with me a light blue camisole she had
left on the dresser. I don’t know why I took it, I’m not a thief, but I couldn’t help it.
But then on Tuesday she had joined Susan and Jason for dinner, along with a
second fellow. Susan was obviously trying to set her up with guy number two. She
introduced him to Gabrielle as “Todd”. Todd was tall, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes.
Could he be any more of a cliché? They all walked to the Copper Angel where they
apparently had reservations. I watched through the window while they wined, dined,
laughed and made merry. Gabrielle smiled frequently and sincerely, the way she had
smiled at me. I have some consciousness of how cold it is outside, where I’m standing,
but I can only feel the heat of the rage inside me. Now she is throwing her head back in
laughter and I wish I could listen to the melody of it, but I’m outside, watching a silent film
unfolding before me. Now Todd is speaking to her. He places his hand on her arm and
lingers. She’s letting him! I take a walk around the block to clear my head. I’m back at the
window and they are all getting up from the table to head out. I duck into a corner and
wait for them to come out. I should just go home! Go home to what? All these years I
have reveled in the aloneness of my life, now it just feels empty. I debate another moment
whether to follow them or not, but there is really no contest. I move silently behind them,
leaving plenty of space between their party and myself, but I needn’t have bothered. They
are way too caught up in their conversation to notice me. The men walk the women to
their apartment. At this distance I cannot hear what they are saying, but Susan and Jason
go directly upstairs, leaving Gabrielle and Todd alone on the stoop. She smiles and
touches her hair as they speak, but after a few minutes she goes up to her apartment
alone and Todd turns and leaves, walking in the opposite direction of where I’m standing.
I am washed with a wave of relief that purges the darkness out of my very soul. I want to
follow him, but I also want to stay here, like I do every night.
Friday, February 6th, 6:10pm – I am late! I should have been in the bakery long before
now, but I got held up at work. Bastards! They gave me a written warning for my poor
performance during the past couple of weeks, like that matters at all to me. Granted I
have been tardy on several occasions and one day failed to show up at all. I’ve been so
preoccupied and I don’t get any sleep. The manager said she was “concerned”. She went
on and on about how in the past six years I have been a model employee and that my
behavior had been so erratic lately. I must control myself, like before; keep up the façade
of normalcy.
All my nights have been spent in front of Gabrielle’s apartment. On weekends I
accompany her on her outings. When I am at home I am comforted by her face in the
pictures and videos I have of her. After the night I took the camisole I have let myself into
her room on three occasions, but I have restrained myself from taking anything else, lest
she notice. But I am growing uneasy. Even though Todd has yet to walk up the stairs of
the apartment, they have seen each other twice after the dinner at the Copper Angel;
luckily, both times were with Susan and Jason.
Last Sunday, Gabrielle was sitting at the same coffee shop, drinking her chai tea
and reading her book when she received a call from her mother. She told her that she
liked the new city just fine, that she had met a couple of nice guys, but she didn’t want to
start seeing anyone yet. A couple of guys? Surely she was talking about me! I knew it
hadn’t been all in my head, I knew she liked me!
Now I’m sweating, despite the cold, hurrying to make it to the bakery before
Gabrielle gets out of work. I practically run her over as I round the corner. I am completely
mortified and unprepared. “Hey, slow down there, tiger!” she laughs. “What are you doing
here?”
“Uh, running and errand. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“I’ll live. Where are you headed?”
I’ve got nothing, I just stare at her blankly. “The dry-cleaners,” I manage after a few
seconds of awkward silence.
“Must be a hell of a shirt you’re going to pick up!” there’s still laughter in her voice.
As an afterthought she adds, “Why so far from your job?”
“Uh, I live around here,” I lie.
“Oh, well, you better hurry, it’s pretty late.”
“Um, yes, uh… Gabrielle?”
“Yes?”
“Do you, uh, like dinner? I mean, do you want dinner? Someday, have dinner with
me?”
She giggles, it’s intoxicating. “Oh, Gerry, I do like dinner… I’m just getting settled
into the city and I’m not really ready to see anyone yet. But thank you.”
You had dinner with Todd! I want to scream at her, but I don’t. I do my best to keep
my face blank and mask the rage and disappointment. Why did I even ask her?! I caught
myself completely off guard with that stupid, stupid question that was, to top it off, so
poorly executed. Instead I say, “Of course, I meant as a friend. I really need to get that
dry cleaning.” I don’t wait for her reaction, I just walk away and wait around the corner,
out of sight, where I know she will pass in a few minutes. She does. I wait, then follow.
I’m back to watching from the windows after that unfortunate encounter.
Saturday, February 14th, 10:49pm – I’m inside Gabrielle’s room, pacing. I can’t stay still.
Liar! After the horrible encounter last week Gabrielle has gone out with Todd twice, one
of the times alone! And they’re out tonight, on Valentine’s. She’s wearing the beautiful red
dress she bought the first time we went to the mall and the shoes she ordered online last
week. I need to talk to her when she gets back, I need to ask her why she LIED! I was
going to wait as long as she needed. Doesn’t she know how much I care about her?!
Doesn’t she know I will always be there? When she comes back, we’ll talk. I’ll let her
know…
Sunday, February 15th, 1:27am – Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Blood, so much blood… I can’t
see anything but the color red. Red on the walls, on the floor, on my clothes, on Gabrielle’s
dress, which had already been red. How did this happen? I only wanted to talk. I only
wanted to know why. Just talk…