Коллекционер
Chapter 3
ItwaslikeajokemousetrapIoncesaw,themousejustwentonandthingsmoved,itcouldn’teverturnback,butjustonandonintoclevererandcleverertrapsuntiltheend.
IthoughthowhappyIwas,feelingsIhadthoseweeksIneverhadbeforeandIwouldn’teverhaveagain.
ThemoreIthoughtaboutit,theworseitseemed.
ItcametomidnightandIcouldn’tsleep,Ihadtohaveallthelightson,Idon’tbelieveinspiritsbutitseemedbetterwiththelights.
Ikeptonthinkingofher,thinkingperhapsitwasmyfaultafterallthatshedidwhatshedidandlostmyrespect,thenIthoughtitwasherfault,sheaskedforeverythingshegot.ThenIdidn’tknowwhattothink,myheadseemedtogobangbangbang,andIknewIcouldn’tliveatFostersanymore.Iwantedtodriveawayandnevercomeback.
Ithought,IcouldsellupandgoouttoAustralia.Butthentherewasallthecoveringuptodofirst.Itwastoomuch.ThenextthingwasIgotthepoliceonthebrain.Idecidedthebestthingwastogotothepoliceandtellthemthelot.Ievengotmycoatontodrivedown.
IthoughtIwasgoingmad,Ikeptonlookinginthemirrorandtryingtoseeitinmyface.Ihadthishorribleidea,Iwasmad,everyoneelsecouldseeit,onlyIcouldn’t.IkeptrememberinghowpeopleinLewesseemedtolookatmesometimes,likethepeopleinthatdoctor’swaiting-room.TheyallknewIwasmad.
Itcametotwoo’clock.
