Chapter Four

Jillian's actual drowning and death are a blur to me, for some reason I cannot access those memories, however I can remember clearly the aftermath and how I reacted. I spent the nights awake and wondering what it was like to be dead, wanting to go and dig her up and ask her myself, but I knew that would be quite childish of me and that was what the local children did. Instead I composed plans of maybe how I could try to cheat death, but the recent experience with Jillian made me ever so more intelligent and I had learned that after you were dead there is no way to get more knowledge, so I quickly discarded that idea. I spent my days pacing in the hideaway until that doctor wondered what had ever become of me, so he looked my name up in the local records and noticed that I had no living relatives or friends to speak of. He quickly called the county men and they came to give me an apprenticeship and a place to stay, under which I would have a foster parent and would have to work daily under his or her care and supervision. I would have quickly declined and left if not for my curiosity, and I asked what apprenticeship could possibly be offered to me in which he replied that there was a need for help at an insane asylum or a "whack house" as he called it. I immediately accepted, for this appealed to me greatly because I was quite interested in what was considered insane, also I was slowly on the point of realizing that maybe I was a little insane also.