Chapter 11- First Memory
If I told you the truth, would you believe me? Or would you lock me up forever? Probably lock me up. I’d lock me up. You sons of bitches better find me. But you won’t. I won’t let you. I think I’ll keep running for a while.
I could hear the police splashing behind me. I was a good ways into the sewer by now, but my frantic heartbeat kept me sloshing forward through the refuse and garbage at a wheezing pace. I stumbled, caught myself on the cool, damp rock wall. Without a pause I leapt forward again, my arms swinging with the exertion of my long strides.
I was smiling. This was the most fun I’d had in a month.
My heart wasn’t freaking per se, then. It was excited, exhilarated. I was thrilled to be the hunted. I was the prey, and the chase was on.