The story so far:
I guess you could say the nightmare began when my dreams started coming true. Yeah, I know, ironic right? Irony always has a tendency to be sickly twisted though, so watch out. Anyways, her name was Elizabeth Johnson, and man was she beautiful. The way her red hair, black eye-liner, and virgin skin worked together, it was like walking in on an angel in the makings! I had finally gathered up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise she had said yes.
On our first date I took her to the same restaraunt that she waited tables at. Yes, I know that's probably the last place she wanted to be, but she said it was okay, and I didn't have a lot of money, so back off. In the end though, it turned out to be a pretty fun night. We talked and cut up for most of the night and then we went for a walk around Lake Takoma after the joint closed. She'd lived in Detroit, Michigan all of her life and hadn't been to Belle Isle before. I was astonished personally, it had been one of my favorite places to go. I'd take long walks around the island to clear my head, especially after my folks split up. But that's another story!
As we walked around the lake, she told me about her dreams to become a singer and a pianist. She said that she'd been playing and singing since she was five and that for the entirety of her life, she had never wanted anything more. To say the least, I was love-struck! She was everything I thought she'd be and more.
When she asked me about my dreams, I realized that I didn't really have any. The only thing I was able to say to her was, "I'm living my dream." I think that was when we unofficially officially began going out. That's the one first kiss that I'd never be able to forget.
We'd been going out for about a year when I moved into my own place. Before that I was stuck bunking with my drug-addict buddies. All they did was smoke weed and shoot up heroin. It really pissed me off to see them throwing their lives away like that, but, look at me now. Not my place to be giving lectures is it?
Anyways, things were looking up for me. I was moving into a nice place and Liz was moving in with me. That is, Elizabeth, Liz for short. Just wanted to let you slow cases know.
Liz seemed to be more excited that I was, and I wasn't completely sure that was possible, but she fought a good persuasion. I was to the point of giddiness, shouting hellos to random strangers and yelling in the middle of public, just to release some of my pent up energy.
Liz and I went out for dinner the night we finished moving all of our stuff into the new house to celebrate. Afterwards we decided to go on a walk around the city, just for the hell of it. That right there, happened to be one of the worst decisions we could have made.