Chapter 79
I feel awful. I can't believe I ate so much. I'm lying in bed, awake, feeling sick.
An idea comes into my head. It would work. I mean, it would make me feel better. But what if Naboo found out? Or Howard, or Bollo? Or Noelle? But they won't. Will they? Do I care? I don't know. I don't know what I think. I don't know what I want. I try to work it out. I want to feel better. I don't want feel so awful, so…guilty. Checking that Naboo's asleep, I haul myself out of bed and creep across the room to the door. It give a tiny creak of protest. I look back over to Naboo's bed. He's still asleep. I breathe a silent sigh of relief. I close the door behind me as quietly as I can. I wince slightly as it clicks, an almost silent sound.
I know what I'm doing. At least, I think I do. Do I? I don't know what I think. I just know that I need this. I know that I need this. Urgently, desperately. I need this. I don't care about anything else. I can't think about anything else. I need this.