They had deep eyes, full of purity. Untouched by any sort of injustice in this world, they came to my doorstep (which was basically my room door) and knocked. They seemed so small due to their clear eyes that seemed to pop out at me that I instantly wanted to care for them.
"We're looking for work," said the boy.
He looked worn yet comfortable in ripped black skinny jeans and a white tee shirt. He had a full head of dark brown -- almost black -- curly locks. I just wanted to run my fingers through them to see how tangled the mess was; it also looked extra soft due to its oil. His right hand was in his jacket pocket and his left held the girl's hand. His eyes were dull showing no venom nor complexity.
She was a pretty little thing with soft white skin. Her lashes long and her bright blue eyes sparkling with hope and amazement. She channeled Pattie Boyd.. Maybe due to her soft, long blonde hair with bangs, of course. She just glowed everywhere! She was so delicate!!!! It wasn't believable that her hand wasn't crushed within her beau's. She was a teenage heartthrob, a vintage film star, the epitome of caucasian women, etc.......
They were the most beautiful couple I have ever seen.
They were the purest couple I have ever seen.
They were so in love that they brought tears to my eyes and made me nauseous.
I wanted them to be mine.
So I employed them by sticking them up on my wall with the double-sided Scotch tape. They were bigger than all the figurines that I had stuck up on the ceiling and the walls of my room, but they fit right in. When I lay on my bed, they were right above my body on the right wall. I stuck them up making sure that they were still holding hands. They were oh, so very happy, and were ridiculously good at staying up on the walls. They were polite, too. When I left the room, they said good-byes, and when I came back they always greeted me with a smile from each of them.
This did not seem bizarre at all. Except once, before closing my lids to go to bed, I glanced up at them and realized that... Maybe humans shouldn't be stuck up on walls even if this were a dream. Then I imagined a concept from 추격자, this Korean film, where the serial killer hung his victims' corpses, then slit their achilles heels to drain them from everything heavy the bodies have. My couple looked just like them all of a sudden. Am I supposed to slit their Achilles? Fucking disgusting.
So the very next day, in order to clear my mind perhaps, I decided to go shopping. I wanted to get some new clothes and underwear for the two of them. I went inside this store which had TONS of undies: fancy ones; cheap ones; skanky ones; and like, reaaaaaaally weird ones, too. So yeah. The store reeked of the vintage-store-dusty smell, and the lighting was pretty terrible. Pink and black feather boas hung from the ceiling and the employees all had some sorts of body modifications. The mirrors were all pieced together as if I was looking down a kaleidoscope and they were of NO HELP at all. I thought to myself, "where the fuck am I? The Palace of Versailles????" Idk what was going on in my head either.
I was getting dizzy and felt like puking so I left the store through its tiny back door to find my couple outside. Oh right, I guess I gave them a day off for the day....(!?) This is when I learn of their names, Matthew (Mattie) and Susan (Susie).
Susie was only wearing a 50s style white two piece and a neon snap back. I wasn't sure if it was a bikini or just a bra and panties. Matt was in a light blue suit... some kinda outfit which was totally put together by Saturday Night Live's costume designer. It was a horrendous suit, but because Matt is such a handsome fellow, it didn't really matter. He looked scrumptious.
The two were super happy to see me, and I couldn't believe how much their greeting made me happy. If they hadn't been as happy when talking to me or if they hadn't fawned all over me, showing off their new clothes, I think I might have even cried. Them seeing, greeting, and coming over to me meant a HUGE deal to me just then.
Anyhow, the two kept rattling on about how the store people were really nice even though they look scary. They had gotten their clothes from them for free.
I guess these two can be loved anywhere they go. Their beauty being ridiculously attractive, but it's because of their innocence and genuine naivety! They were not people of our time; where and when did these two come from?
They had drank a bit before meeting me with the store people. I looked over at the crowd. Kind of a strange bunch; their vibe was a mix of Die Antwoord and LMFAO... Yeah............
Susan had learned to longboard and wanted to show me. She abruptly grabbed the board from the alley and started off to ride on the roadside, not the sidewalk. I started to panic because the road was super busy for some reason. Cars were everywhere and I knew that something would go wrong. I screamed after her and grabbed a bike on the side to chase after her. It was then when I got hit by a bus and went flying off my bike. It was here when I lost track of time and space and Susie and only chaos ensued.
Only chaos ensued.
When I awoke, the road was still full of traffic. I was physically fine but paranoid. I kept walking down the road to find a small commotion of people in front of a bus. As soon as the scene was visible, I knew everything had gone wrong. There was Mattie, my Mattie, sprawled on the ground. He was a bloody mess; the dark red liquid soaking up his dark dark hair. I ran over and tried picking him up. Crying and wiping the blood off his face, I yelled for him to wake up.
He did wake up. And he walked over to the sidewalk and laid there, gurgling that he was fine. Bullshit. He said that he smoked weed with them store people then they put him in a cart or something and that caused him to crash. Those fuckers. I called 911 for an ambulance, but the woman on the line (who talked and sounded just like those ladies who pick up for cab lines) was a fucking cunt. Basically, I was on the line asking for an ambulance and explaining what and where the event had happened, and she wasn't even paying attention. Then Mattie spotted an ambulance around half a block away. My stomach lurched.
I tried to cover the scene from his sight. The more I tried, the more he struggled to see.
"Who's there? Is that Suze? My Susie?" He kept gurgling, yelling, and trying to get up. His outreached, bloody fingers were full of love for Susan. He needed to be there and touch her and die with her if need be!!!! However, I wouldn't let him. I wouldn't let him die!!!! No, he can't. He needs to work for me a little longer. He needs to come back with me. And OBVIOUSLY the other hurt one is Susan; who else!? I didn't know what to do except to make sure Matt stays down until the next ambulance comes, but my tears betrayed everything. I couldn't stop crying.
I couldn't even stop Susan from going down the street.
I couldn't be there for Matt when the others were toying him around. Dicks.
I couldn't get an ambulance to come.
And I'm half a block away, watching a distorted scene of paramedics working on Susan's limp body on the ground through layers of tears.
Then all the sound was gone and the whole thing was in slow-mo (this is when I consciously, in my dream, affirm to myself to write this dream down and to make it into a short movie...).
Matt, a bloody mess, screaming and prying himself out from my arms to flop over on the ground while trying to get up.
Susan, a fuzzy bloody mess, getting hoisted on to a stretcher.
Paramedics, the tired blobs, pulling the white sheet over Susan's face.
All I hear is a fuzzy noise and as if on cue, I WAKE UP! YAAAYYYY!!!!
