The Night Girl: The Complete Series by Amy Cross

Author:Amy Cross
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-03-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Today

"Do you remember the slugs?" I ask, staring into Samantha's furious face. I was prepared for her to be angry, but there's a degree of insanity in her gaze that's a little stronger than I'd expected. "Do you remember -"

"The what?" she shouts, trembling with rage. "Fuck the slugs! Look at me, you bitch! Look at what you did to me!"

I stare at the scarring on her right cheek. Even after all these years, the skin is marked and damaged. The worst part is the looseness around her eye socket, which makes it look as if her face has started to melt. It's weird to think that she could still look so bad, all these years after the accident, and that she'll most likely carry these scars with her for the rest of her life.

"That day you came to visit," I say, stammering a little. I'm keen to remind her of the events that led up to the scarring, though. Despite the ferocity of her anger, I want to breathe it all in. This is what I came for. "Do you remember how you dared me to eat a slug?" I add. "Do you remember when -"

"What?" She pauses for a moment, looking completely disgusted by the memory. "We bit the heads off them," she says eventually. "We didn't eat them".

"Still," I continue. "It was pretty weird. Sometimes I think I can still taste it. Do you remember how bitter they were?"

"Why are you rambling on about the slugs?" she asks. "What are you, Juliet? Are you mentally impaired? We were kids. We were fucking stupid little kids. That's the kind of things kids do. They experiment with stupid stuff and they bite the heads off slugs and pull the legs off spiders and all that kind of stuff. It's harmless. It's innocent. It doesn't leave huge scars! What you did was different, Juliet! You took things too far!"

"I know," I reply, backing away slightly, "but think about it. Don't you think it was kind of weird how we got on? Even if it was just for a few hours, we were friends".

"Friends?" She laughs as she steps closer. "Friends? Seriously? If that's what you call a friendship, Juliet, there's something seriously wrong with you". She stares at me for a moment, before a broad smile slowly spreads across her lips. "Oh God, tell me it's not true".

"What?"

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"Was I your only friend?"

I take a deep breath. This conversation isn't quite going the way I'd expected.

"Was I the only friend you ever had, Juliet?" she asks. "In your whole, miserable, stinking life, am I the only one? Did you never, in all of your pathetic existence, manage to make another friend? Not one? Am I the only one who could even be bothered to go near you?"

"I don't need friends," I reply. This is good. This is what I need her to say. I need her to provoke some kind of reaction in me; I need to know if I have any genuine emotions hidden deep down in my soul.

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