moody

I just felt I should give you this. I'm not really an expert in English, and I have made mistakes in this thing, but I love thinkin' in English, and that's what I created. You may know this situation - don't let the names fool you.

- Is is because of her? Because of Clara?
- I've nothin' to do with that bitch. You know?
- I...
- Oh, you don't know. I just thought... She said she could handle it. And... we are in modern times, you know? I thought if a woman says she can avoid gettin' it, she'll do that.
- Castor, if a woman... I mean... If a woman does... well... that... in some time she will get... um... pregnant.
- Oh, God, you're so too young for this. But anyway, some might say it's my fault. All right, I've made a mistake, but how the heck could she make one? And how could she kill him? She didn't have the right to bear my baby!
- But...
- I would've named him Caspian. After Bastian, you know, and now I might never have any other children, you know? Of course you don't know, you don't know nothing.
- I just...
- Whatever, okay? Don't listen to me! I lost my girl, I lost my love, and now I'm bitchin' about a bitch who could about never match her! How could she do that?
*Castor pauses, something*
- I could feel the smell of the men she've pleased. In everyday case, I could've fainted smelling that vagina, but I was drunk, you know? I was drunk so hard that she could get me. Oh, yeah, that bitch got me. And wouldn't release, and did her job so well that she fuckin' got pregnant! Sorry for the bad words, princess, my dear, my sweet, delicate friend, you shouldn't have heard this. Understand?
- Castor, are you...
- Brilliant! So I'm asking myself: how could she kill my sweet, precious, innocent baby? He wasn't hers, he was mine, for God's sake! For God's damn sake, have I told you what a bitch she was?
- You...
- Oh, yes, I have. No need to repeat myself. You know, I was a father for like two months! And I knew it! I knew it, do you understand? She skipped the bleeding! I knew it, and what did I do? Nothing!
This was the moment when Castor's voice changed. Electra, terrified and not knowing what to do, just kept watching him. Castor gave her a smile, a bitter, painful smile.
- Wanna see something interesting?
- ...What?
- Very interesting.
He didn't wait for any answer. He looked at Clara's cloth, then released it. Then he jumped.


Oooh, jolly old St. Nicholas, that was long! Poor guy's pretty insane. Oh, I wish I could put it somewhere...