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Creative Writing: Elie Wiesel's An Inspector Calls

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The moment he turned a corner, and was absolutely sure that Sheila could no longer see him, Eric broke into a sprint. He didn’t exactly know where Sarah was, but there was this… feeling, this weird pressure behind his nose that told him he couldn’t waste any more time. It made his legs move of their own accord, tearing through the cobbled streets going this way and that. While he ran, his thoughts involuntarily turned to the first time he'd kissed her. No, not the first time (the memory was too overcome by guilt to be anywhere near pleasant), but after the deed was done, when he had finally seen her face for the in the light of sobriety, and she was breath-taking. From then on, their relationship (though she probably wouldn’t even call it that) was limited to whenever she permitted him to see her. It wasn’t as often as he’d have liked, and that only …show more content…

It struck Eric that it was the first time he had even thought that without euphemism, admitted it to himself properly. It wasn’t like he didn’t know it was a crime - an awful, despicable thing to do to another human being. He still did it though; he still took advantage of her. Sure, he was too drunk to control himself - but all that tells to him is that, once you subtract his inhibitions, that’s just the kind of person he is. A rapist – and oh god he felt nauseous… did this make him weak or did this make him strong, that he wanted so badly to do something vile and felt so sick when he did it? And how twisted was the world, that his victim would forgive him before he forgave himself? That after he’d raped her, he was the one crying, it was him needing her comfort? She was always like this… this frightening mix of strength and vulnerability, both built upon suffering he, back then, could never even fathom. Now though… now he was beginning to understand what made her like

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