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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 12:00:23 GMT -5
*Norman nodded.*
"Oh. I was hoping you'd have... tips. For me."
*He wound a bit of loose thread from his trousers around one finger until it turned white.*
"I don't want to keep doing it."
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 12:05:22 GMT -5
*Sarah's expression became a bit saddened*
"I'm sorry I'm not much help, Norman. I don't know why I couldn't stop and not kill that horse, but I had restraint when I bit you. It doesn't make any sense to me."
Of course it makes sense, you silly git. He's one of your psycho killers, and he's cute. What more excuse do you need? Aside from the fact that you liked being that close to him...
*The voice was being very taunting, almost cruel. She shoved it down, though it didn't retreat far*
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 12:13:33 GMT -5
*At the reminder of their encounter, Norman flushed. It was wrong of him to have liked it. He was wrong. Still. Forever. Was it part of the same thing that made him kill? Was it, in the end, an act of self-negation?*
"You killed a horse?"
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 12:21:11 GMT -5
*She actually had to fight back tears*
"Yes. I didn't want to. I always loved horses, and...it hurt to do that."
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 13:48:28 GMT -5
*Norman watched her face for a moment.*
"You didn't mean to," *he said gently, but he knew just how little that meant.* "Hey, it... could have been worse."
You could be me. Killing actual people, and with nothing like your reason.
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 14:25:47 GMT -5
*Thankfully, the tears didn't actually fall.*
Wuss.
*She ignored the voice*
"I know, I just can't help feeling bad about it." *She paused* "Is it going to be like this forever?"
*The thought of being in that kind of misery for eternity was not an appealing one*
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 14:32:45 GMT -5
*Norman blinked.*
"I don't know," *he said.* "I figure I'll feel bad forever. The things I've done... I have no right to even want to feel better about them. To forgive myself. I guess it depends on what you do next--and how much you care about horses."
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 14:43:25 GMT -5
*She slowly nodded*
"You're right. I'll just have to take this one step at a time, and try not to think too much on it."
Or I may go mad.
Mightn't you already be?
*No answer*
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 15:26:04 GMT -5
"I think that's best," *Norman said. He rummaged through the downed furniture and found a broken plate and the rest of the cookies. He handed one out to Sarah Maria.*
"Cookie?"
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 15:55:45 GMT -5
*Sarah laughed and took the offered dessert*
"Thank you. Chocolate is always good when you're feeling down."
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 16:01:56 GMT -5
"Isn't it?" *Norman said earnestly.* "I always thought so. Sometimes when Mama would yell at me I'd go under my covers and eat one of the candy bars I snuck into my room."
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 16:03:27 GMT -5
"Heh-heh...reminds me of when I used to sneak into the fridge and steal chocolate ice cream."
((I totally did that when I was a kid))
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 16:05:45 GMT -5
"Mother wouldn't keep ice cream," *he said mournfully.* "Said it was bad for me. I tried to hide some once, but it didn't work. I didn't know you had to keep it frozen. I guess I was... kinda sheltered."
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Post by Maria on Oct 9, 2007 16:11:28 GMT -5
"You never had ice cream? Ever?" *She asked, incredulous*
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Post by Norman Bates on Oct 9, 2007 16:13:54 GMT -5
"Oh! Yes I did, but only a few times. Then in the...the hospital they had it on Fridays. Soft serve."
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