If you breathe, it’s because I give you air.
— Take it off right now!
— No.
— What did you say to me?
— I do everything for everyone, everything — t be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing just for me?
I don't follow rules, I make them, and when necessary — I crake them!
There's a problem that comes once you get caught up on your homework. Your mind wanders, and evil creeps back in. Was the voyeur somewhere amongst us in the crowd, playing his long game? Turning the temperature up? Ever so slowly? So, that by the time we frogs realized we were being boiled alive, it was too late.
I don't follow the rules. I make them. And when necessary, I break them.
Everybody keeps coming up to me. And hugging me. Telling me that I must be so relieved that my brother's killer has finally been caught. That this nightmare is over. Then why doesn't it feel that way?