Save me
Chapter 1:
Clarice dried the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand. No more FBI. No more life. No more...Hannibal. She found the way to deliver herself from the pain. She rushed to the closet where she kept her gun, and put a bullet in it. Then, she went to the bathroom, disgusted at her reflection in the mirror. No more. She put the gun to her head, and prepared to pull the trigger. She stopped at the sound of a familiar mettalic voice: 'Why hello Clarice...I hope I am not interrupting anything...' -Dr. Lecter? -I think you can call me by my name, Clarice. But first, why don't you give me the gun? -Yes, Dr.Lecter -Clarice... -Yes Hannibal. She gave him the gun. 'Oh my little Starling,Lecter thought, what were you doing?' -Dr...I mean Hannibal...I think something is wrong with me... -Shhhhhhh... -Please leave, Hannibal. - Make me a promise first. Don't ever , EVER, kill or hurt yourself, understood! -Yes. Leave now. I don't want to see you in my house again. - Of course. The good doctor prepared to leave. -Wait. -Yes? Clarice hesitated. -Well...Thank you. - You are very welcome, little Starling. Now, I hope to hear from you soon. Sooner then you think, he mentally added.
This night, Hannibal slept in Clarice's garden, to make sure things went right. He smiled when he saw her trough the window, talking to a picture of him, and smelling the letter he previously sent her. He just needed to make her say what he ached to hear for all those years. ' I love you Clarice', he whispered. He watched her get to bed that night, surprising himself thinking how it would be like to be next to her. 'I will know soon'...
Clarice dried the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand. No more FBI. No more life. No more...Hannibal. She found the way to deliver herself from the pain. She rushed to the closet where she kept her gun, and put a bullet in it. Then, she went to the bathroom, disgusted at her reflection in the mirror. No more. She put the gun to her head, and prepared to pull the trigger. She stopped at the sound of a familiar mettalic voice: 'Why hello Clarice...I hope I am not interrupting anything...' -Dr. Lecter? -I think you can call me by my name, Clarice. But first, why don't you give me the gun? -Yes, Dr.Lecter -Clarice... -Yes Hannibal. She gave him the gun. 'Oh my little Starling,Lecter thought, what were you doing?' -Dr...I mean Hannibal...I think something is wrong with me... -Shhhhhhh... -Please leave, Hannibal. - Make me a promise first. Don't ever , EVER, kill or hurt yourself, understood! -Yes. Leave now. I don't want to see you in my house again. - Of course. The good doctor prepared to leave. -Wait. -Yes? Clarice hesitated. -Well...Thank you. - You are very welcome, little Starling. Now, I hope to hear from you soon. Sooner then you think, he mentally added.
This night, Hannibal slept in Clarice's garden, to make sure things went right. He smiled when he saw her trough the window, talking to a picture of him, and smelling the letter he previously sent her. He just needed to make her say what he ached to hear for all those years. ' I love you Clarice', he whispered. He watched her get to bed that night, surprising himself thinking how it would be like to be next to her. 'I will know soon'...