Chapter 10
Arthur’s face was nestled against my chest, sleeping soundly like a child.
I suddenly jolted awake.
He rubbed his eyes and asked what was
wrong.
“I had a nightmare,” I said.
He smiled gently. “Silly, what nightmare?”
“I dreamt that you killed my mother.”
The air fell into a deathly silence.
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He was suddenly drenched in sweat.
“Dreams aren’t real,” he said. “Go back to
sleep.”
“Okay.”
After that night, I almost always had nightmares.
For instance, Arthur would be embracing Tiffany, reveling right before me.
Or Arthur would throw my ring into the lake just to please his woman.
Arthur said these were merely the lingering effects of my trauma and told me not to
overthink.
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But I began to suffer from insomnia and became moody.
I traced the scars on his body and asked, “Does it hurt?”
He closed his eyes and said it no longer hurt, that with me, it was no longer painful.
The next moment, I kicked him to the floor.
“I suddenly think these scars look like worms. They’re so disgusting.”
He knelt on the floor for a long time before going to fetch a knife, cutting them off piece by piece.
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It seemed he believed that by hurting himself, he could make amends and earn forgiveness.
During the day, he would take me to many places.
He would tell me how he gave me a very sweet candy the first time he saw me.
At school, because of him, my classmates
treated me well.
To prove this, he even brought those classmates around, each one recounting
stories of our past encounters.
Like a novel.
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But I still had dreams at night.
When I woke up, he would be on his knees,
telling me dreams weren’t real.
Later, he would sometimes say:
“Amnesia can actually be quite good.”
“Don’t you think so?”
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