Chapter Nine: Salt
I can't look at Clementine. I've got to turn myself in for this. Clementine. I take my dressing-gown and wipe my eyes, but immediately more tears follow. And the worst part of this, is I've got to live with Shooter. I've got to live with him, day after day, knowing what he's done. I don't think I can do that. I hear a soft grunt from behind me, and I turn around so quickly, to see if Clementine's awake. She hasn't moved, the cat's rubbing up against her hips, Eeek must have made the noise. I turn back, my drugs are sitting in front of me on the table. I take one, not that I really need to now, Shooter's destroyed everything that means anything to me. I feel myself sinking into depression. I take another pill, tasting my salty tears as I open my mouth. Shooter. He's ruined my life, and Clementine's life, there's no way I can live with him now. But how can I get rid of him? Take another drug? I do. That's the only thing I can do.
I can't look at Clementine. I've got to turn myself in for this. Clementine. I take my dressing-gown and wipe my eyes, but immediately more tears follow. And the worst part of this, is I've got to live with Shooter. I've got to live with him, day after day, knowing what he's done. I don't think I can do that. I hear a soft grunt from behind me, and I turn around so quickly, to see if Clementine's awake. She hasn't moved, the cat's rubbing up against her hips, Eeek must have made the noise. I turn back, my drugs are sitting in front of me on the table. I take one, not that I really need to now, Shooter's destroyed everything that means anything to me. I feel myself sinking into depression. I take another pill, tasting my salty tears as I open my mouth. Shooter. He's ruined my life, and Clementine's life, there's no way I can live with him now. But how can I get rid of him? Take another drug? I do. That's the only thing I can do.