Chapter 8

On my way home from the prole district, I saw the dark haired girl dressed in jeans. Why does she keep following me? Why can't she understand she needs to get out of my life? I had a sudden urge and feeling that I had to kill her with the paperweight that was in my pocket. I realized I could be giving away clues to the thought police and had to calm down or else they might catch me and kill me.