Suzy’s Strange Saga
You can’t do it. Even if you could pull it off and ignore the immorality of it, you still can’t do it. If you did, you’d be taking the easy way out just in a different fashion.
Besides, what right do you have to take this good life away from this reality’s Suzy? You don’t.
“No! We wouldn’t dream of making you do such a thing! You come right over, and we’ll answer the door when you arrive.” You say.
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! What kind of parents would we be if we didn’t let our own daughter back into the house?”
“You two really are the greatest parents sometimes. What am I saying? You two are the greatest parents ALL the time! Okay, well I guess I’ll be seeing you tonight then.”
“Suzy?” you utter.
“Yeah?” she asks.
“I want you to know that your father and I love you very much.”
“I know that mom. I love you guys too.”
“Just always remember that, okay? We’ll see you when you get here.” You say before hanging up.
You have to fight back the urge to cry.
“Did I hear you on the phone out here?” you mother says walking into the kitchen.
“Huh? Oh, yeah just someone trying to sell something. They were really persistent.” You reply.
“I can tell, you hardly cut up any of the carrots.”
“Sorry, I guess I got caught up in telling them to never call here again. I should have just hung up I suppose.”
“No worries, I’ve gotten directly angry at those telemarketer types too.”
“Hey mom, I’ve got some things I left here that I want to get and I know they’re probably in my room somewhere, you don’t mind if I go take care of that do you?”
“No, not at all. We can talk later. Let me know if you’re looking for something in particular. I might know where it is.”
“I will mom.”
You leave the kitchen and head to your room where you close the door and break down a bit quietly. It isn’t fair, but it is the right thing to do.
“Well, at least I had a few more moments with her, even if she wasn’t my real mom.” You say to yourself.
After a few moments of being sad, you finally motivate yourself to action.
“Well, I might not be killing her, but I’m not above stealing from the bitch.” You say and grab an old looking duffle bag out of her closet and grab a bunch of her old clothes out of her drawers for yourself.
Sure they’re going to be a little tight, but at least you won’t have spend money on clothes for awhile and you’re going to have to make that thousand dollars you still have last until you figure out a way to make a living in this world.
After pillaging your alternate’s room, you decide you probably should leave now. No point in drawing this out and it will be easier for you. You imagine that your visit here is probably going to leave some very strange questions for this family when the real Suzy arrives, but you really can’t worry about it. Besides, you’re sure that everything will work itself out anyway. Seems to have so far with this Suzy.
You head back downstairs and find that dad is back home.
“Hey Suzy, where are you heading off to?” dad asks.
“Oh, I’m just going to put this in the car and maybe drive around town. Look up some old friends and such. Might not be back until late so I might be knocking on the door waking you up again.”
“What? You’re not even going to have dinner with us tonight? I thought the whole point of this visit was to see us!” your dad exclaims.
“It is, but I still want to visit a few old school friends I haven’t seen in a long time too. I mean we’ll have lots of time tomorrow and the rest of the week!”
“Rest of the week? I thought you had to leave here by Monday.”
“Oh, yeah…well two days is still a lot of time!” you say.
“I suppose…it’s just…well your mother and I were really happy that you arrived a little earlier than you did since we don’t see you as much anymore and we really wanted to enjoy the time we were getting with you. The extra day was like a bonus.”
You look a little downtrodden at dad’s disappointed tone.
“But I guess if you made other plans with other people, I wouldn’t want to stop you.” Your dad remarks and leaves the room.
You nearly say something, but stop yourself. Instead you just head out the door and to your car.
You throw the duffle bag in the trunk of your car and get ready to drive off…
“(Sigh) Shit…” you say to yourself as you hang your head down with the key just in the ignition.
You get back out of the car and head back to the house.
“She’s not supposed to arrive until after midnight. Still gives me plenty of time. It’s not going to hurt to have dinner.” You say to yourself and ring the bell.
The door soon opens and dad answers.
“You forget something?” he asks.
“Yeah, my manners. You’re right, I should be spending time with you guys. Sorry dad.” You say and give him a hug.
“It’s okay honey.” He replies and hugs you back.
You pass the next few hours chatting with dad. Mostly about mundane matters, which actually don’t involve any more insight into what your alternate life was like here. Doesn’t really matter though, you’re actually just enjoying the conversation. Back in your reality, you don’t think you ever spoke more than a half hour with your father at most.
Eventually when dinner is served you sit down to eat with mom too and the conversation continues. This time you do learn a little more about your “life” here and through careful weaving and quick thinking, you manage to navigate through questions you might not otherwise know the answers to.
By the time dinner is over, you’re enjoying your time with mom and dad so much that you put off leaving immediately after. Instead you play a few board games with them (Which you definitely never did as a child with either of them in your own reality) and continue to have more fun.
Eventually the time is getting very late and you do start to get concerned that the other Suzy will arrive earlier than expected. Fortunately mom and dad being creatures of habit tell you they’re turning in for the night and after a few more words, hugs goodnight and mentions of plans for tomorrow, they go to bed.
You look at the time and see it’s indeed getting up for midnight. You leave the house and get in your car once again.
As you drive off, you notice you aren’t sad. Well you’re sad that you do have to leave, but you not the emotional wreck you thought you might be. Maybe that little extra time together brought closure of sorts. You certainly are more at peace with it all. You wipe a few tears from your eyes and smile.
This moment of “zen” is suddenly cut short by a car slamming into your driver’s side while rolling through a stop sign due to neither you nor the other driver paying full attention to your surroundings.
The impact is pretty hard and given you weren’t even wearing your seatbelt at the time makes it worse. Unlike the car crash you had this earlier week, you’re hurt very badly and you even can’t move in your current condition. As you’re lying in your car bleeding, bones broken, having a hard time breathing drifting in and out of consciousness and a piece of twisted metal impaling your side you don’t think a mysterious stranger with magical healing gel is going to fix you this time.
You also can’t help but think that this is probably the only way this week could have ended for you. Part of you wants to fight, but somehow with the last few good moments you just had with mom and dad make you actually want to let go. Why keep struggling? If you live you live, if not, well at least you had some joy during your last day. More than you might have had otherwise. Maybe you just weren’t meant for this world either.
You aren’t sure how long you lay twisted in the wrecked vehicle for before you hear sirens, but you aren’t even awake long enough to hear the ambulance sirens, let alone before anyone actually comes and helps you. You die of your wounds in the ambulance thanks to the paramedics attending to the other driver first. Who are more than a little freaked out when they first see you and the driver of the other car.
The funny thing is, you never did see that it was a silver sports car that slammed into you. Somehow fitting that this reality’s Suzy was luckier than you.
Besides, what right do you have to take this good life away from this reality’s Suzy? You don’t.
“No! We wouldn’t dream of making you do such a thing! You come right over, and we’ll answer the door when you arrive.” You say.
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! What kind of parents would we be if we didn’t let our own daughter back into the house?”
“You two really are the greatest parents sometimes. What am I saying? You two are the greatest parents ALL the time! Okay, well I guess I’ll be seeing you tonight then.”
“Suzy?” you utter.
“Yeah?” she asks.
“I want you to know that your father and I love you very much.”
“I know that mom. I love you guys too.”
“Just always remember that, okay? We’ll see you when you get here.” You say before hanging up.
You have to fight back the urge to cry.
“Did I hear you on the phone out here?” you mother says walking into the kitchen.
“Huh? Oh, yeah just someone trying to sell something. They were really persistent.” You reply.
“I can tell, you hardly cut up any of the carrots.”
“Sorry, I guess I got caught up in telling them to never call here again. I should have just hung up I suppose.”
“No worries, I’ve gotten directly angry at those telemarketer types too.”
“Hey mom, I’ve got some things I left here that I want to get and I know they’re probably in my room somewhere, you don’t mind if I go take care of that do you?”
“No, not at all. We can talk later. Let me know if you’re looking for something in particular. I might know where it is.”
“I will mom.”
You leave the kitchen and head to your room where you close the door and break down a bit quietly. It isn’t fair, but it is the right thing to do.
“Well, at least I had a few more moments with her, even if she wasn’t my real mom.” You say to yourself.
After a few moments of being sad, you finally motivate yourself to action.
“Well, I might not be killing her, but I’m not above stealing from the bitch.” You say and grab an old looking duffle bag out of her closet and grab a bunch of her old clothes out of her drawers for yourself.
Sure they’re going to be a little tight, but at least you won’t have spend money on clothes for awhile and you’re going to have to make that thousand dollars you still have last until you figure out a way to make a living in this world.
After pillaging your alternate’s room, you decide you probably should leave now. No point in drawing this out and it will be easier for you. You imagine that your visit here is probably going to leave some very strange questions for this family when the real Suzy arrives, but you really can’t worry about it. Besides, you’re sure that everything will work itself out anyway. Seems to have so far with this Suzy.
You head back downstairs and find that dad is back home.
“Hey Suzy, where are you heading off to?” dad asks.
“Oh, I’m just going to put this in the car and maybe drive around town. Look up some old friends and such. Might not be back until late so I might be knocking on the door waking you up again.”
“What? You’re not even going to have dinner with us tonight? I thought the whole point of this visit was to see us!” your dad exclaims.
“It is, but I still want to visit a few old school friends I haven’t seen in a long time too. I mean we’ll have lots of time tomorrow and the rest of the week!”
“Rest of the week? I thought you had to leave here by Monday.”
“Oh, yeah…well two days is still a lot of time!” you say.
“I suppose…it’s just…well your mother and I were really happy that you arrived a little earlier than you did since we don’t see you as much anymore and we really wanted to enjoy the time we were getting with you. The extra day was like a bonus.”
You look a little downtrodden at dad’s disappointed tone.
“But I guess if you made other plans with other people, I wouldn’t want to stop you.” Your dad remarks and leaves the room.
You nearly say something, but stop yourself. Instead you just head out the door and to your car.
You throw the duffle bag in the trunk of your car and get ready to drive off…
“(Sigh) Shit…” you say to yourself as you hang your head down with the key just in the ignition.
You get back out of the car and head back to the house.
“She’s not supposed to arrive until after midnight. Still gives me plenty of time. It’s not going to hurt to have dinner.” You say to yourself and ring the bell.
The door soon opens and dad answers.
“You forget something?” he asks.
“Yeah, my manners. You’re right, I should be spending time with you guys. Sorry dad.” You say and give him a hug.
“It’s okay honey.” He replies and hugs you back.
You pass the next few hours chatting with dad. Mostly about mundane matters, which actually don’t involve any more insight into what your alternate life was like here. Doesn’t really matter though, you’re actually just enjoying the conversation. Back in your reality, you don’t think you ever spoke more than a half hour with your father at most.
Eventually when dinner is served you sit down to eat with mom too and the conversation continues. This time you do learn a little more about your “life” here and through careful weaving and quick thinking, you manage to navigate through questions you might not otherwise know the answers to.
By the time dinner is over, you’re enjoying your time with mom and dad so much that you put off leaving immediately after. Instead you play a few board games with them (Which you definitely never did as a child with either of them in your own reality) and continue to have more fun.
Eventually the time is getting very late and you do start to get concerned that the other Suzy will arrive earlier than expected. Fortunately mom and dad being creatures of habit tell you they’re turning in for the night and after a few more words, hugs goodnight and mentions of plans for tomorrow, they go to bed.
You look at the time and see it’s indeed getting up for midnight. You leave the house and get in your car once again.
As you drive off, you notice you aren’t sad. Well you’re sad that you do have to leave, but you not the emotional wreck you thought you might be. Maybe that little extra time together brought closure of sorts. You certainly are more at peace with it all. You wipe a few tears from your eyes and smile.
This moment of “zen” is suddenly cut short by a car slamming into your driver’s side while rolling through a stop sign due to neither you nor the other driver paying full attention to your surroundings.
The impact is pretty hard and given you weren’t even wearing your seatbelt at the time makes it worse. Unlike the car crash you had this earlier week, you’re hurt very badly and you even can’t move in your current condition. As you’re lying in your car bleeding, bones broken, having a hard time breathing drifting in and out of consciousness and a piece of twisted metal impaling your side you don’t think a mysterious stranger with magical healing gel is going to fix you this time.
You also can’t help but think that this is probably the only way this week could have ended for you. Part of you wants to fight, but somehow with the last few good moments you just had with mom and dad make you actually want to let go. Why keep struggling? If you live you live, if not, well at least you had some joy during your last day. More than you might have had otherwise. Maybe you just weren’t meant for this world either.
You aren’t sure how long you lay twisted in the wrecked vehicle for before you hear sirens, but you aren’t even awake long enough to hear the ambulance sirens, let alone before anyone actually comes and helps you. You die of your wounds in the ambulance thanks to the paramedics attending to the other driver first. Who are more than a little freaked out when they first see you and the driver of the other car.
The funny thing is, you never did see that it was a silver sports car that slammed into you. Somehow fitting that this reality’s Suzy was luckier than you.
