I don't think I can take much more of this Grace. Where the hell is he?! Has something happened...oh, god, maybe the police... Stella you must get control of yourself or I will need to restrain you. Please don't force me to do that. Grace hugs her sister and pulling away, looks into her bloodshot eyes, please do it for me, I will never desert you. I know Grace, thank you. With heads bowed together, the two frightened sisters hold onto what little sanity is left between them.
I'm hungry Grace, I don't think I can hold out much longer. I know, but you shouldn't come with me to get food, the risk is too great and one of us needs to be here when Norman returns. Can you hold out for about an hour, at most? Yes, there is some wine left and that will help calm me. Can you get some more? Of course. Petticoat Market will have everything we need. Please hurry Grace!
Tears start to roll down Stella's face as she watches her sister, from the curtained window, disappear down the lane. Wiping her face with her hands, Stella sees the liquid is not water but blood. Oh God! Running to the mirror, she sees blood coming from her eyes...fear grips her like a vise and she gasps for air, falling in a heap on the floor; writhing in pain, the room spins and Stella falls into a black abyss of nothingness...barely a whisper, she utters, someone please help me...Norman...
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