Таинственная история Билли Миллигана
Chapter 23
Myhandswerecoldbutclammyandthethumpingofmyheartechoesinsidemyhollowbody.Thewaitfulanxietybegantochokeme,waitingtocomeoutofmylittlebox,butIremainfrozenonmybedstaringatthesilent,motionlesswall.Me,anothingnesszombieinanothingnessboxinanothingnesshell.Salivatryingtospillovermydryparchedlipswasasuresignthatthepsychotropicmedicationwasfightingforcontrolofmymind,soulandbody.ShouldIfightit?Declareitthewinner?
Succumbtothethirdworldtoescapethetragicrealitiesthatliebeyondmysteeldoor?Islifeworthlivinginthejawsofsociety’strashcanformisfitminds?WhatcanIpossiblyachieveorcontributetomankindinthissteelandconcreteboxwithadamnloudlaughingwallthatmoves?Justgiveup?Morequestionsracedthroughmymindlikea33recordseton78,growingmoreandmoreintense.Suddenlyahorrifyingshockvoltedthroughmybodythatthrewmyslumpedshouldersbackandsetmeevenmoreupright.Realityforcingitselfuponmelikeaviciousslapinthefacebrokemytranceandcrackedmyfrozenjoints.Somethingwascrawlingupmyspine.Myimagination?AftergatheringwhatfewsensesIhadleftIknewitwasnot.Therewassomethingcrawlingupmyspine.Ireactedbyjerkingmyshirtovermyheadignoringthefactithadbuttons.Blindfearhasnomercyformaterialitems.3buttonspopped.Flingingtheshirttothefloorthefeelingleftmyback.PeeringdownattheshirtIsawtheinvader.
