BEHIND THE CURTAINS

GREG:

It kept coming in bits. Flashes of the kidnap and the stranger refused to cease since my date with Nicholas. The memories were rebound, and I couldn’t surpass a day without embracing solemnity.

As messy as it was, I developed an unusual gust. I had always felt differently about the incident; the rape label had never been the tag until recently.

Hurtful feelings about that day arose to settle in me. I couldn’t explain it, but my heart tends to break now.

Perhaps I should have pushed the incident to the cops, as was suggested by James. Yet, when I think of it, I feel my decision to absorb the pain of pleasure was right.

Aiish! I feel insane.

Waking up and being engulfed by the chapters of my dark adventure should be a sign to skip school. Except I must go. To return to my fancy date with Nicholas is an advanced reason to be at D’Caprias.

Amid the undealt memories of my dark tale, I had lived my previous week happily.

Dates with Nicholas aren’t such a couple dress up and din