I did not kill it. I am sure I did not. Yet it lies before me, quite dead.
Its 2.15 a.m, I am sitting on my bed. It is lying before me on the floor. The dirty floor. I need to clean this place. I am not sure, but I have not taken a step out of my room for quite a while. A day? Two? a week? I do not know.
My landlady knocks on the door sometimes. I dont open it. I will not open it. I cant figure out why everything here is in a mess. Why is the bedside lamp overturned? Why are all the books scattered everywhere? Why is the chair slumped on the floor? Why is my cat dead?and lying with her intestines flowing out on the floor? I did not kill her. I am sure.
I want to get up, I want to stop swinging to and fro. I did not kill my cat. I can see myself on the mirror of the dressing table. Why is the mirror cracked? Why is there blood on the bed-sheet? It is not my blood. I did not kill my cat.
I will not look at the mirror, it is cracked. I do not want to swing to and fro. My cat is dead. I did not kill her. Why do I have a knife on my lap? Is that blood on the knife? I did not kill my cat. I will not look at the mirror.
Poor Lucy dead! Pussy cat dead! Someone call mommy!
I did not kill Lucy. She is not even dead. Dont cats have nine lives?
I want to stop. I did not kill my cat. I am not hungry.
Whats for dinner? Lucy served raw.
I did not eat my cat. I did not kill it. I am not hungry. I will not look at the mirror. It is cracked.
Mirror Mirror on the wall? Rip it open and eat it all!
The mirror is cracked. Who messed my room? I will stop swinging now! I look at the mirror. What is that on my face? On my lips? On my chin? It is not blood. I did not kill my cat. I am sure I did not. I want to sleep. Lucy is sleeping. Lucy has nine lives.
I did not kill my cat. I am sure I did not. The Landlady is knocking on the door again. I will not open it. I am not hungry.