That’s why she wasn’t coming to school. That’s why she had disappeared. Just like Argentieri’s husband. Actually, worse: a blood cancer. Leukemia. Maybe, however, she will get well. Without Beatrice, I am done for; my blood will become white too.
That stuff about dreams is colossal bullshit. I knew it. I always knew it. Because then the pain comes and nothing has any meaning anymore. Because you build, build, build and then, suddenly, someone or something comes along and sweeps it all away. What use is it to you then? In my dream, there was Beatrice, and Beatrice was part of the mystery of the dream. She was the key that opened the door. If she disappears, the dream disappears. Then only night is left in its pitch darkness, because there will not be another dawn.
Why the fuck does such a terrible disease like this, one that can change red blood into white, exist? Dreamer, you are a liar of the worst kind, of the type that believes the lies he spews! Tomorrow, I am going to slash your loser bicycle tires. Now I am hungry. Text message: Niko, I need to see you.