Suzy’s Strange Saga

You wake up to the cell phone ringing. You’re very tired, but when you see who it is, this call isn’t unexpected.

“Hey mom…” you groggily reply.
“Hey mom? Where are you? I thought you would’ve come back last night!” your mom exclaims.
“What time is it now?”
“It’s almost noon! Are you okay?”
“Mom, mom, mom, calm down. I’m fine. I just…well I drank a little too much…”
“Drink? You don’t drink!” your mom exclaims.
“Yeah, I know hence why I’ve been more or less out of it. Diana was really distraught last night and she was already drinking a bit when I got over to her place. She got an eviction notice, she broke up with her boyfriend, she lost her job and just a whole bunch of other drama in genera hit her this week. She really needed a friend to speak with and well, I ended up drinking with her since she was sort of insistent and I wanted to be there for her. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I think she felt better as the night went on. Of course that might have just been the drink…I dunno…I’m sorry for worrying you though.”

There is a pause after you give your excuse.

“Okay Suzy. I get it. (Sigh) I’m just glad you had the sense not to drive if you really got that drunk though. I do hope this isn’t a habit though, I know you’re an adult, but you’re still my baby and I don’t like to think of you as being some falling down lush.”
“Oh mom, that’s not going to happen. Seriously, like I said, I only did it so Diana would feel better. I fully intend to tell her when she wakes up that this won’t be happening again.”
“Glad to hear it. So when do you think you’ll be home? Your father and I would still like to see you since you actually came here to visit us remember?”
“I know, I’ll be home in a few hours I suppose. I still feel woozy from last night. Did you need me over immediately though? Because I can do that if you want.”
“No, no, you take care of everything you need to over there and come over when you’re feeling up to driving. Don’t want you getting into an accident because you’re not feeling one hundred percent.”
“Okay, I will be over as soon as I can though.”
“Alright, we’ll see you then. Love you Suzy.”
“I love you mom.”

You hang up and rub your eyes a bit.

“Well that’s one thing out of the way. Better get on with the more important task.” You say.

You open up the door to your room and see a closer parking spot to your room, which is good since you really don’t want to drag that case too far.

You go to your car and bring it in closer and then head back to your room to gather up everything.


You gather up the bat and axe (which you also wash off in the tub) and toss them in the trunk. Next, you grab the luggage case. With some effort, you drag it to the trunk and lift it inside. You’re really glad you decided to chop her up, you can’t imagine how awkward it would’ve been to carry her intact.

You take your new purse and duffle bag and leave the room. You’ll come back for the sports car later. The only danger of leaving it here is someone stealing the thing, but then it wasn’t really your car to begin with.

Believing you’ve taken care of everything you need to here, you start up your car and drive off for north of town.

A few hours later and you’re just finishing up digging a good-sized hole in the ground to shove the case in. You really think you were better off doing this in the day time since you neglected to bring a flashlight which would have made digging in the middle of the woods at night a little more difficult.

You were a little concerned about some random campers stumbling upon you, or maybe some redneck hunters, but so far you haven’t seen a single thing, which is good.

You look at the luggage case.

“Well Suzy, now is where we part ways. I wish I could say I didn’t want things to be this way, but I’d be lying. You had a better life and I wanted that so I took it. Maybe that makes me a fucking sociopath or evil or something, I don’t know and I don’t care. All I can say is I’m going to make the most of it and not waste your life the way I wasted my life.”

You grab the case and shove it into the hole.

“Thanks Suzy and goodbye.” You say and then fill up the hole.

After your deed you make the mildly long walk out of the woods and to your car. You throw your shovel in the trunk and sit in the car for a while not doing anything except resting. Digging a hole for a body is some tiring business even if it’s neatly tucked in a case.

You grab your new phone out of the purse to call your mom so you can let her know you’ll be home soon and that’s when you notice someone else has called while you were out digging.

It’s your “girlfriend.” Apparently her name is Heather and she left you a voice message which out of curiosity you listen to.

“Hey Suzy, I hope you’re having a good time visiting your family. I just wanted to call though and see how you were. I know you haven’t been gone long, but you know I always miss you when you’re not around. Anyway, call me back when you have time. Oh and I sent you some pictures to keep you occupied when you’re alone! (Giggle!)”

You go through the phone and see that Heather has indeed sent you more than a few pictures. You see a raven haired girl of small physique with lipstick and eye make up wearing lingerie and making sexy poses. You have to admit, she’s actually very pretty in a slightly goth sort of way.

“Damn, maybe I shouldn’t break up with her immediately.” you chuckle.

You turn the car on and begin making the journey back to your parent’s house. Along the way you think about everything that’s happened this week and how this is just beginning of your new life. You weren’t joking about making the most of it when you said those words out loud in the woods. You meant that, well except you’re not going to be making the most out of her life, you’re going to be making the most out of YOUR life.

While the “transformation” is far from complete, you think the hardest part is over and even if there are challenges or you to overcome, you’ll succeed in surviving and conquering them.

Because that’s all you’ve done during this Hell week, survived and ultimately conquered it.