Читать книгу Thin Places - Lesley Choyce - Страница 9

It’s a weird thing.

You find yourself

to be sixteen years old

and the voice in your head

changes.

It’s not your voice

anymore.

(Where did my voice go?)

(What the hell is happening to me?)

It’s the voice of

a girl.

Yes, a girl.

Her voice is beautiful

and she’s talking to me.

Yes

talking directly to me.

It went like this:

I was walking home from school

not thinking

about much of anything.

My mind was empty.

Relaxed.

This was a totally new thing

for me.

I was always agitated

about something.

Now this extremely weird

calm.

And then

boom. I hear her.

Declan

she says.

Declan.

I’m sorry to

barge in like this.

It didn’t seem like a voice inside.

I was sure it was someone talking.

I looked around but there were only cars and trees

and a cat

but I was sure it was not the cat

talking.

It will take a while

to explain myself

she said.

She had a soft and kind voice.

A most wonderful accent

and some kind of funny, beautiful

way of speaking.

Who are you?

I asked.

Rebecca

she said.

How do you know my name?

Well, I’m inside your head, aren’t I?

Are you real?

Yes, very real.

Then let me see you.

Close your eyes.

I closed them.

Can you see me?

Holy shit.

Is that good or bad?

You look like a normal girl.

I’m not really.

Not really what?

Normal, I mean not

normal in the normal sense.

Why?

We should get to know

each other first.