then? "I look at him defiantly. "I think you know exactly why you did it, and I also know that you will tell me. How long it takes before you tell me why you did it, of course, depends entirely on you. You you don't look very healthy. Are you hungry? Do you want some more drink? I just want to help you, please don't make it harder for me than necessary. I just want to understand why you killed this man. I want to know what drove you to do it, what you hoped for and I want to know how you feel now. Now will you talk to me? "

Does this man really want to understand me? I am easily confused. No, he doesn't want to understand me, just what I did.He wants to know what made me kill this man, but to understand that he would have to understand me first and he can't. Nobody can understand me.



“So you want to help me. And then what is that?” Accusingly, I hold up my hand, in which the cannula is still stuck. "You need that if we have to give you an IV. It's nothing to scare you." I glare at him angrily. What does he know about fear. This guy doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything about me and yet he pretends to know me.

The water was good for me. I already feel a little bit better. I grab the glass again and empty it with one gulp. I carefully put it back on the table. He attentively follows my every move. "Why am I here?" "Why are you here? Because you killed someone, that's why you are here!" "Yes, but why am I not in prison? I should actually go to prison."

Confused, he looks at me. "I can see you don't want to talk to me at the moment. You should think again carefully about what you want to do now. Rolf!"

The door opens immediately. "Rolf, would you please bring the patient back to her room. I think she needs some more time to think." Rolf grabs my shoulder and pushes me in front of him. “Oh Rolf.” He stands in the doorway one more time, but doesn't turn around anymore. "Afterwards, please bring her some food and new clothes. That would be all. You can go now."



We're not going that long this time. I am pushed into a room and when Rolf lets go of me, I have to quickly support myself against a wall so as not to tip over. The room looks exactly like the room I stayed in last night, with the slight difference that it doesn't smell like vomit here. I'm almost grateful that I don't have to go back to the other room.The door slams shut behind me. I slowly push myself along the wall towards the mattress. Exhausted, I sit down on this and curl up. Bloody hell. What is being played here?



Lots of new questions and no answers in sight. Where is this supposed to end? I already know how it should turn out and something else that I really want to build in, but I have no idea how to get this far! So maybe everything seems a bit strange, because I don't yet know exactly how I should manage to accommodate all of this, but at the latest during the holidays I will think everything over again carefully! Hey and if it annoys you that I always write so many things that have nothing to do with the story at all, please forgive me or let me know if I should slow myself down a bit! See you next week! cu amiel