22 Swelling Blood
It is the fourth time I have stood in Daniel’s empty room, including the time I snuck in during his wake. I have been staying at the Mansen’s house for four days now, steadily becoming a fixture, whilst Daniel wilts with each passing day. Or does he?
The family and I are still transfixed on him. He is like that book, The Catcher in the Rye, because after you’ve read it cover to cover, you’re not really sure what happened when someone asks you years later. And it seems neither the family nor me are really sure what happened with Daniel. Was it our stupidity, or was Daniel a genius who left behind an unsolvable puzzle? Or was he simply an ordinary man who wanted to die?
I sit on the bed. As I think about what his death has done to me, I realise it has awoken me again. F
