Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Shewantedaspirins.Shehardlyateanything.Butthatwasthegamesheplayedoncebefore.Wedidn’tspeaktwentywordstogetherallthatday.
Thenextdayitwasthesame,shewasinbedwhenIwentin.Shewasawakethough,becauseshewaslyingwatchingme.
Well,Iasked.Shedidn’tanswer,shejustlaythere.
Isaid,ifyouthinkyoutakemeinwithallthislyinginbedlarkyou’remistaken.
Thatmadeheropenhermouth.
"You’renotahumanbeing.You’rejustadirtylittlemasturbatingworm."
IactedlikeIhadn’theard,Ijustwentandgotherbreakfast.WhenIwenttobringherhercoffee,shesaid"Don’tcomenearme!"Realpoisoninhervoice.
SupposingIjustleftyouhere,Isaid,teasing.What’dyoudothen?
"IfonlyIhadthestrengthtokillyou.I’dkillyou.Likeascorpion.IwillwhenI’mbetter.I’dnevergotothepolice.Prison’stoogoodforyou.I’dcomeandkillyou."
Iknewshewasangrybecausehergamewasn’tworking.Ihadthecold,Iknewitwasn’tmuch.
Youtalktoomuch,Isaid.Youforgetwho’sboss.Icouldjustforgetyou.Nobody’dknow.
Shejustshuthereyesatthat.
Ileftthen,IwentintoLewesandgotthefood.AtlunchsheseemedtobeasleepwhenIsaiditwasready,butshemadeasortofmovement,soIleft.
AtsuppershewasstillinbedbutsittingupandreadingherShakespeareIbought.
Iaskedherifshewasbetter.Sarcastic,ofcourse.
