The Drowning Child. Alex Barclay

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      What is wrong with him? Why is he talking in clichés? Have I become a cliché? Traumatized law enforcement officer …

      ‘I’m just not a small steps kind of girl,’ said Ren. ‘I feel that taking small steps would give me plenty of time to see that dark pit up ahead that is waiting to swallow me. I feel that taking small steps means prolonged dread, and this achingly slow passage of time.’

       I feel. I feel. I feel. FUCK feeling.

      ‘The future is not a dark pit—’

      ‘Well, the present is a pretty dark pit and a year ago – when this would have been considered “the future” …’

      ‘You can’t live your life expecting doom,’ said Lone. ‘We spoke before about catastrophic thinking.’

       FUCK catastrophic thinking and magical thinking and all adjectival thinking.

      ‘Well, if I had spent more time expecting doom,’ said Ren, ‘maybe I could have been prepared. I could have prevented what happened.’

      ‘Ren, you couldn’t have prevented it.’

      ‘I’m sorry, but that’s not true.’

      ‘It is,’ said Dr Lone. He waited. ‘Ren, you need to start thinking about facing the reality of what happened.’

      I don’t like you any more. ‘I need to’, ‘I should’. ‘I’m sorry,’ Ren said. ‘I really can’t do this. I can’t. Not today.’ Probably not any day.

      ‘Please,’ said Lone. ‘Try to tell me what you are feeling.’

       Feelings. Jesus. Christ.

       I’m so tired.

      ‘Do you want to know?’ said Ren. ‘Honestly? I believe that everything that happened that day was to punish me.’

      Lone waited.

      ‘Sometimes,’ said Ren, ‘I feel like there’s a darkness inside me – a black part, like a piece of coal. Pitch-black. It’s rough and hard, and … I feel that, because of that, I should be punished.’

      ‘You think you deserved this,’ said Lone.

      ‘Yes,’ said Ren. ‘No. I … don’t know.’

      ‘Talk to me about this darkness …’ said Lone.

      No! ‘I know I won’t be able to explain it,’ said Ren. ‘It’s … obviously, I don’t want to harm anyone; it’s not the darkness of evil.’ Yes, it is. ‘It’s not like I want to kill people.’ Really?

      ‘And you are taking your meds …’ said Lone.

      ‘I really wish one conversation could go by without you asking me that,’ said Ren. Let me spell it out again: I. Am. Taking. My. Meds. ‘Yes – I am taking them.’

      I am taking them, and I will continue to take them for the rest of my life, because I believe that not taking them killed my friends, and killed my boyfriend. There’s the reality: my friends, my boyfriend, my loved ones, are dead because I didn’t open a packet of pills and swallow them down with a glass of water like a good mental patient. Because I was too busy being mental. And wanting to feel good. I was too busy getting drunk, flirting with strangers, and deliberately ensnaring the man who went on to kill my friends, and my boyfriend, and I feel sick.

      She dropped the phone, jumped up, ran for the bathroom, leaned over the toilet and threw up.

       I am going to choke on this reality he wants me to face …

      She walked back into the bedroom. She could hear Dr Lone’s voice through the phone.

      ‘Ren? Ren?’

      She put the phone up to her ear. ‘Sorry. I ate some crappy sandwich earlier. I need to take five minutes before I join the team for dinner. Thanks for the call.’

      ‘Is everything OK?’ said Lone.

       Oh, fuck off. Everyone, just fuck the fuck off.

       15

      Ren showered, dressed, and stood in front of the mirror.

       Ugh.

      She grabbed her bag and did a quick no-makeup makeup job. She blasted her hair with the hairdryer, ran her fingers through it, left it down. It was five inches below her shoulders.

       I have long hair now.

       The last time I got this cut, Ben was alive.

       Stop. It hurts. And it changes nothing.

      Tears welled in her eyes.

       Your mascara. Go.

      Her cell phone rang. Gary.

      ‘Hey,’ said Ren.

      ‘You ready?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Meet you outside. Paul and Sylvie are at the bar.’

      Ren went out into the hallway. Gary appeared from his room, freshly showered.

       Handsome.

      ‘Look, I know how you feel about Sylvie,’ said Gary, as they walked to the elevator.

       Jesus, why are we talking about her again?

      ‘How I feel about her is irrelevant,’ said Ren. How I feel about Karen – your wife of almost twenty years – is ultimately too. ‘I do want you to be happy,’ said Ren. ‘Just … I can’t see how this is doing it for you.’

      ‘I thought I was going to die in that shooting,’ said Gary. ‘When I was laying there and I thought it was all over, I kept thinking about Sylvie. I—’

      ‘In what way?’ said Ren.

      ‘What? What do you mean—’

      ‘I’m serious,’ said Ren. ‘Were you thinking about how much you loved her and didn’t want to die because you’d never see her again? Or were you thinking, If I’m going to die, I want the love of my life by my side, and the face you saw was Sylvie’s? Or were you running through the showreel – thinking of her ass?’

      ‘Jesus, Ren—’

      ‘I just СКАЧАТЬ