Carrie Chapter Twenty

Q. You deny you had prior knowledge of Carrie Whites whereabouts?A. Of course I do. Its an absurd idea.Q. Oh? And why is it absurd?A. Well, if youre suggesting some harming of conspiracy, its absurd because Carrie was dying when I imbed her. It could not have been an liberal way to die.Q. If you had no prior knowledge of her whereabouts, how could you go directly to her repair?A. Oh, you stupid man Have you listened to anything thats been said here? Everybody knew it was Carrie Anyone could have found her if they had put their minds to it.Q. solely not just anyone found her. You did. Can you communicate us why people did not show up from totally all over, like iron filings drawn to a magnet?A. She was ricketyening rapidly. I cogitate that perhaps the the zone of her influence was shrinking.Q. I think you go away agree that that is a relatively uninformed supposition.A. Of course it is. On the subject area of Carrie White, were all relatively uninformed.Q. Have it your w ay, drop off Snell. Now if we could turn to At first, when she climbed up the enbankment between Henry Drains meadow and the parking lot of The Cavalier, she panorama Carrie was dead. Her figure was halfway across the parking lot, and she looked oddly shrunken and crumpled. process was reminded of dead animals she had implementn on 495 woodchucks, priming coathogs, skunks that had been crushed by speeding trucks and station wagons.But the presence was still in her mind, vibrating stubbornly, repeating the call letters of Carrie Whites record over and over. An essence of Carrie, a gestalt. Muted now, not strident, not announcing itself with a clarion, but waxing and waning in steady oscillations.Unconscious. fulfil climbed over the guard rail that bordered the parking lot, feeling the heat of the stimulate against her face.The Cavalier was a wooden frame building, and it was burning briskly. The charred remains of a car were limned in set on fire to the right of the back do or. Carrie had done that. She did not go to look and see if anyone had been in it. It didnt matter, not now.She walked over to where Carrie target on her side, ineffective to hear her own footsteps under the hungry crunch of the fire. She looked shovel in at the curled-up figure with a bemused and bitter pity. The injure hilt protruded cruelly from her shoulder, and she was lying in a small pool of telephone circuit some of it was play a trick onling from her mouth. She looked as if she had been trying to turn herself over when unconsciousness had interpreted her. Able to start fires, pull down electric cables, able to decimate almost by thought alone lying here unable to turn herself over. carry through knelt, took her by one arm and the unhurt shoulder, and mildly turned her on to her back.Carrie moaned thickly, and her eyes waffleed. The perception of her in Sues mind sharpened, as if a mental picture was coming into focus.(whos there)And Sue, without thought, spoke in the similar fashion(me sue snell)Only there was no need to think of her name. The thought of herself as herself was neither words nor pictures. The realization suddenly brought everything up close, made it real, and compassion for Carrie broke through the dullness of her shock.And Carrie with faraway, dumb reproach(you tricked me you all tricked me)(carrie i dont even know what happened is tommy)(you tricked me that happened trick trick trick o unclean trick)The mixture of image and emotion was staggering, indescribable. Blood. Sadness. Fear. The latest dirty trick in a long series of dirty tricks they flashed by in a dizzying shuffle that made Sues mind reel helplessly, hopelessly. They shared the awful totality of perfect knowledge.(carrie dont dont dont hurts me)Now girls throwing sanitary napkins, chanting, laughing, Sues face reflect in her own mind ugly, caricatured all mouth, cruelly beautiful. (see the dirty tricks see my whole life one long dirty trick)(look carrie loo k interior me)And Carrie looked.The sensation was terrifying. Her mind and nervous system had become a library. soulfulness in desperate need ran through her, fingers trailing lightly over shelves of books, lifting some out, scanning them, putting them back, letting some fall, leaving the pages to flutter wildly(glimpses thats me as a kid hate him daddy o mommy wide lips o teeth bobby pushed me o my knee car want to ride in the car were going to see aunty cecily mommy come quick i made pee)in the range of memory and still on and on, finally reaching a ledge marked TOMMY, subheaded PROM. Books thrown open, flashes of experience, marginal notations in all the hiergglyphs of emotion, more tortuous than the Rosetta Stone.Looking. Finding more than Sue herself had suspected-love for Tommy, jealousy, selfishness, a need to subjugate him to her allow on the matter of taking Carrie, disgust for Carrie herself,(she could take better cautiousness of herself she does look just like a GO DDAM TOAD)hate for Miss Desjardin, hate for herself.But no ill will for Carrie personally, no program to get her in summit of everyone and undo her.The feverish feeling of organism raped in her most secret corridors began to fade. She felt Carrie puffing back, weak and exhausted.(why didnt you just leave me alone)(carrie i)(momma would be alive i killed my momma i want her o it hurts my chest my shoulder o o o i want my momma)(carrie i)And there was no way to finish that thought, zero there to complete it with. Sue was suddenly overwhelmed with terror, the worse because she could put no name to it The bleeding freak on this oil-stained asphalt suddenly seemed meaningless and awful in its pain and dying.(o momma im scared momma MOMMA)Sue tried to pull away, to disengage her mind, to allow Carrie at least the concealment of her dying, and was unable to. She felt that she was dying herself and did not want to see this dawdler of her own eventual end.(carrie let me GO)(Momma Momma Momma oooooooooooo 0000000)The mental roar reached a flaring, unbelievable crescendo and then suddenly faded. For a indorsement Sue felt as if she were watching a candle flame disappear down a long, black tunnel at a tremendous speed.(shes dying o my god im feeling her die)And then the play off was gone, and the endure conscious thought had been(momma im sorry where)and it broke up and Sue was tuned in only on the blank, idiot frequency of the physical tinder endings that would take hours to die.She stumbled away from it, holding her arms out in front of her like a blind woman, toward the edge of the parking lot. She tripped over the knee-hi guard rail and tumbled down the embankment. She got to her feet and stumbled into the field, which was filling with mystic white pockets of ground mist. Crickets chirruped mindlessly and a whippoorwill(whippoorwill somebodys dying)called in the undischarged stillness of morning.She began to run, living deep in her chest, running from To mmy, from the fires and explosions, from Carrie, but mostly from the final horror-that last lighted thought carried swiftly down into the black tunnel of eternity, followed by the blank, idiot hum of prosaic electricity.The after-image began to fade reluctantly, leaving a blessed, modify darkness in her mind that knew nothing. She slowed, halted, and became aware that something had begun to happen. She stood in the middle of the great and misty field. waiting for realization.Her rapid breathing slowed, slowed, caught suddenly as if on a thornAnd suddenly vented itself in one howling, cheated scream.As she felt the slow course of dark menstrual blood down her thighs.