She felt positively invincible now, and infinitely strong and powerful.
But when she tried again to free herself from the bonds around her wrists and ankles, they wouldnt budge.
Her laughter turned into a surge of wild fury.
Let me go, she hissed. Let me go, or I swear to God, Ill kill you!
The man let out a whispering chuckle.
Then he tilted the metal shade of the lamp so that its light blazed on his face.
It was the face of a clown, painted white with huge, bizarre eyes and lips drawn with black and red.
Janets breath froze in her lungs.
The man smiled, his teeth a dull yellow in contrast to the rest of his brightly colored face.
He said to her
Theyre going to leave you behind.
Janet wanted to ask
Who?
Who are you talking about?
And who are you?
Why are you doing this to me?
But she couldnt even breathe now.
The knife flashed in front of her face again. Then the man teased its sharp tip lightly across her cheek, down the side of her face, and then across her throat. Just the slightest bit of pressure, and Janet knew that the knife would draw blood.
Her breath started to come again, first in shallow gasps, then in huge gulps of air.
She knew she was starting to hyperventilate, but she couldnt bring her breathing under control. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest, could feel and hear its violent pulse between her ears growing faster and louder.
She wondered
What was in that needle?
Whatever it was, its effects were coming on stronger by the second. She couldnt escape what was going on in her own body.
As he kept stroking her face with the knife tip, he murmured
Theyre going to leave you behind.
She managed to gasp out
Who? Whos going to leave me behind?
You know who, he said.
Janet realized she was losing control of her thoughts. She was flooded with mindless anxiety and panic, mad feelings of persecution and victimhood.
Who does he mean?
Images of friends and family members and coworkers passed through her head.
But their familiar, friendly smiles turned to sneers of contempt and hatred.
Everybody, she thought.
Everybody is doing this to me.
Every person Ive ever known.
Again, she felt a burst of anger.
I should have known better than to ever trust a single soul.
Worse, she felt as if her skin was literally starting to move.
No, something was crawling all over her skin.
Insects! she thought.
Thousands of them!
She struggled against her restraints.
Swat them off me! she begged the man. Kill them!
The man chuckled as he kept staring down at her through his grotesque makeup.
He made no offer to help.
He knows something, Janet thought.
He knows something I dont know.
Then as the crawling continued, it dawned on her
The insects
Theyre not crawling on my skin.
Theyre crawling under it!
Her breathing came harder and faster, and her lungs burned as if shed been running for a long distance. Her heart pounded even more painfully.
Her head was exploding with a host of violent emotionsfury, fear, disgust, panic, and sheer bafflement.
Had the man injected thousands, perhaps millions, of insects into her bloodstream?
How was that even possible?
In a voice that shook with both anger and self-pity, she asked
Why do you hate me?
The man chuckled louder this time.
He said, Everybody hates you.
Janet was having trouble seeing now. Her vision wasnt getting blurry. Instead, the scene in front of her seemed to be twitching and bouncing and jumping. She imagined she could hear her eyeballs rattling around in their sockets.
So when she saw another clowns face, she thought she was seeing double.
But she quickly realized
This face is different.
It was painted with the same colors, but with somewhat different shapes.
It isnt him.
Under the paint lay familiar features.
Then it dawned her
Me. Thats me.
The man was holding a mirror up to her face. The hideously garish face she saw was her own.
The sight of that twisted, tearful, yet mocking countenance filled her with a loathing shed never known before.
Hes right, she thought.
Everybody hates me.
And Im my own worst enemy.
As if sharing her disgust, the creatures under her skin scurried all about like cockroaches suddenly exposed to sunlight but with nowhere to run and hide.
The man set the mirror aside and began to stroke her face with the knife point again.
He said yet again
Theyre going to leave you behind.
As the knife passed over her throat, it occurred to her
If he cuts me the insects can escape.
Of course the blade would also kill her. But that seemed a small price to pay to be free of the insects and this terror.
She hissed
Do it. Do it now.
Suddenly, the air was filled with ugly and distorted laughter, as if a thousand clowns were noisily gloating in her plight.
The laughter propelled her heart to pound still harder and faster. Janet knew her heart couldnt possibly take much more of this.
And she didnt want it to.
She wanted it to stop as soon as possible.
She found herself trying to count the beats
One, two three, four, five six
But the beats were coming both faster and less regularly.
She wonderedwhich was going to explode first, her heart or her brain?
Then finally she heard her very last heartbeat, and the world dissolved.
CHAPTER ONE
Riley laughed when Ryan snatched the box of books away from her.
She said, Just let me carry something, OK?
Its too heavy, Ryan said, carrying the box over to the empty bookshelf. You shouldnt be lifting it.
Come on, Ryan. Im pregnant, not sick.
Ryan put the box down in front of the bookshelf and brushed off his hands.
You can take out the books and put them on the shelf, he said.
Riley laughed again.
She said, You mean youre giving me permission to help move into our apartment?
Ryan looked embarrassed now.
Thats not what I meant, he said. Its just thatwell, I worry.
And I keep telling you, theres nothing to worry about, Riley said. Im only six weeks along, and I feel great.
She didnt want to mention her occasional bout of morning sickness. So far it hadnt been very severe.
Ryan shook his head. Just try not to overdo it, OK?
I wont, Riley said. I promise.
Ryan nodded and went back over to the pile of boxes yet to be unpacked.
Riley pried open the cardboard box in front of her and started putting books on the shelves. She was actually happy to be sitting still and doing a simple job. She realized her mind needed the rest more than her body did.