A Killer In Me Is A Killer In You
Les Murs De Désespoir
Les hommes ne parlent pas. Parfois, quelques tout petits mots s’échappent. (The men don’t talk. Occasionally, very small words escape.)
They’re sitting on the bed. Frank is anxiously watching Gerard, who’s reading Frank’s walls with a confused look on his face. He had written things all over his walls, covering them almost completely, with strange sentences. They were in different languages.
Gerard never knew Frank could speak something else than English.
Homo homini lupus
Gerard wonders. It must be Latin, or something. It was something about mankind, homo means human, he knows that.
“I know you’re wondering. It means ‘The human is a wolf for the human.’, something like that. I’m not too great with translations, they ruin it most of the times anyway.” Frank mumbles softly.
Eripere atque auferre
“Tear and take away.”
Alieni appetens, sui profusus.
“Wanting someone else’s, wasting away theirs.”
Hominem exuens ex homine
“Taking humanity out of the human.” His voice breaks, as these are obviously things he wrote down in utter fear, desperate for some sort of relief.
Bezetenheid. Dat iets zo diep onder je huid kruipt dat het je manier van denken verandert. Dat het je een nieuw perspectief geeft op de dingen, of dat je jezelf in een nieuw daglicht ziet, dat je zo geabsorbeerd bent door iets dat het je op een of andere manier voorgoed verandert.
Frank had underlined voorgoed and written ‘FUCK FOREVER. THIS’LL END SOON ENOUGH. I’M A FUCKING MANIAC. IT WON’T BE LONG ANYMORE TILL I FUCKING BREAK’ underneath.
“It’s about obsession. What it is. How it crawls under your skin, changes your thinking, absorbs you. How it changes you forever.” Frank says, then pauses.
“How it can ruin your life,” he sighs.
In between the main scribblings in foreign languages, ‘HELP ME,’ has been written.
These walls yell desperation and longing to be freed from the monster within.
How could Frank ever live in this nut-house?
“Let’s leave this place, Frank, just let me go to the bathroom first, okay,” Gerard says. Frank grabs his arm, stopping him. He shakes his head fiercely.
”Please don’t go there. Please don’t. I’m not ready to show you that yet.” He begs.
They’re sitting on the bed. Frank is anxiously watching Gerard, who’s reading Frank’s walls with a confused look on his face. He had written things all over his walls, covering them almost completely, with strange sentences. They were in different languages.
Gerard never knew Frank could speak something else than English.
Homo homini lupus
Gerard wonders. It must be Latin, or something. It was something about mankind, homo means human, he knows that.
“I know you’re wondering. It means ‘The human is a wolf for the human.’, something like that. I’m not too great with translations, they ruin it most of the times anyway.” Frank mumbles softly.
Eripere atque auferre
“Tear and take away.”
Alieni appetens, sui profusus.
“Wanting someone else’s, wasting away theirs.”
Hominem exuens ex homine
“Taking humanity out of the human.” His voice breaks, as these are obviously things he wrote down in utter fear, desperate for some sort of relief.
Bezetenheid. Dat iets zo diep onder je huid kruipt dat het je manier van denken verandert. Dat het je een nieuw perspectief geeft op de dingen, of dat je jezelf in een nieuw daglicht ziet, dat je zo geabsorbeerd bent door iets dat het je op een of andere manier voorgoed verandert.
Frank had underlined voorgoed and written ‘FUCK FOREVER. THIS’LL END SOON ENOUGH. I’M A FUCKING MANIAC. IT WON’T BE LONG ANYMORE TILL I FUCKING BREAK’ underneath.
“It’s about obsession. What it is. How it crawls under your skin, changes your thinking, absorbs you. How it changes you forever.” Frank says, then pauses.
“How it can ruin your life,” he sighs.
In between the main scribblings in foreign languages, ‘HELP ME,’ has been written.
These walls yell desperation and longing to be freed from the monster within.
How could Frank ever live in this nut-house?
“Let’s leave this place, Frank, just let me go to the bathroom first, okay,” Gerard says. Frank grabs his arm, stopping him. He shakes his head fiercely.
”Please don’t go there. Please don’t. I’m not ready to show you that yet.” He begs.
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