“A guy should be allowed to go out with his buddies, man!” Conklin nodded, “I get it completely,”
“What were they saying to you, Jack?”
The memory had been buried. The voices were things I never wanted to remember. They did things; said things – made me do thing.
It’s best if you say nothing it was like a drill in the back of my head, and i scratched there until it hurt.
“Jack?” Roose called, “Jack, what did they ask of you?”
“We can help you, Jack,” Conklin put in.
“NO!” I barked, “No you can’t. It doesn’t work that way”
“What doesn’t, Jack? Tell us how it works?” Det. Conklin’s John Denver voice said.
My breathing got heavy as I fought to keep the voices away; it was such a struggle. I was reeling with the news of Mary’s death and I wondered how I could live without her.
The voices behind my eyes grew louder.
“They wouldn’t shut up. They laughed at me; told me she wasn’t worth it. She didn’t understand US,” I found myself blabbing, “She didn’t understand. And when her head hit the floor..” I sobbed.