Chapter 7
At that moment, I forgave Antwan.
I vomited for a long time, then I got up.
I reluctantly changed into clean clothes.
Then I went out with my camera.
I went to the hospital and saw a psychiatrist.
When it was my turn, I handed the camera to the doctor.
I said, “The scene was very scary, please be mentally prepared.”
The doctor smiled and said, “How scary could it be?”
I said, “I crawled on the ground.”
At eleven o’clock at night, I lay in bed and fell asleep.
At one in the night, I “woke” up.
But I didn’t lift the covers and sit up, instead I crawled out of bed and fell to the ground.
I landed on all fours, my whole body pressed against the ground.
Her face only tilted slightly upwards.
The eyes were open, with more black than white, hollow and lifeless.
At first, I crawled at a very slow pace.
Slowly, I climbed faster and faster.
I seemed to be looking for something.
My mouth opened and closed, chattering incessantly.
But the voice was too low to be recorded.
I first walked around the bedroom and didn’t bump into anything.
I seemed to be able to see.
Later, I crawled to the living room, my body looking extremely strange, and then I crawled to the kitchen.
If it was sleepwalking, I should have walked upright as usual.
The new one–bedroom apartment is 90 square meters, not as big as the one Antwan and I lived in together before.
But i kept going back and forth, climbing all night.
I didn’t get up until dawn, then I went back to the bedroom and lay back in bed.
The doctor watched the video at double speed.
The comment was: “It’s like being possessed by a robotic vacuum cleaner.”
Although the metaphor was vivid, I was not in the mood to joke with him.
I asked, “What’s wrong with me? Is this sleepwalking?”
The doctor said, “It counts, but it doesn’t count.”
He gave a lot of professional analysis and finally suggested that I go see a psychologist.
Iwas holding a camera, standing outside the hospital building.
Five years ago, I saw a psychologist for a long period of time.
At the age of twenty–two, I graduated from college.
Lucille Bailey and I decided to go on a road trip. Chapter 7
She was my childhood friend, confidante, and close friend.
1 loved her like a sister.
But this trip of just the two of us made Antwan very unhappy
He wanted to follow, to be the driver.
I disagreed.
Although I had just obtained my driver’s license not long ago, isn’t driving all about practice makes perfect?
Lucille also disagreed.
She strongly objected, believing that Antwan was too chauvinistic and “was controlling me too tightly.”
“Did you raise a Haba dog? Does it have to listen to you for everything?”
“You stop being so mysterious, I was worried about Salma’s safety.”
“Then you shouldn’t act like you’re so superior, my driving experience is almost the same as yours!”
They always argued as soon as they met, which was very incompatible.
Lucille also advised me to break up with Antwan, believing that, as good as he was, his controlling nature was too strong.
Unfortunately, I happened to be the kind of person who likes to be controlled, it gives me a sense of security.
In the end, Antwan couldn’t argue with the two of us and had to compromise.
He was particularly angry and blurted out, “Don’t come crying to me if you get into a car accident!”
The crow’s mouth.
On a highway where it was raining, suddenly a wild dog darted out.
Lucille hit the car hard, momentarily panicked, and jerked the steering wheel.
