Machine Head- SLAUGHTER THE MARTYR
B.B.
The moment I opened my eyes I knew there was something wrong. I sit up in my old bed. If that's not enough evidence, I'm completely alone. My room is exactly the way it was before my mother died. The glow-in-the-dark constellations are on the ceiling. My PC is in front of the fireplace. My vanity is covered with little colored jars of weed. I climb out of bed and go over to the bathroom. From the other side of the door, I can hear Delilah strumming away at her guitar. What the f**k is happening?
I do my business and brush my teeth. When I walk out to my bedroom my old cheerleading uniform is hanging from the coat rack by my vanity wrapped in plastic as if it were fresh from the dry cleaners. There's a note attached to it. I wipe my hands on my p
