Summary: Ever wondered what happens if Marion doesn't die in the shower? And what if Norman just isn't as crazy as we thought he was?Chapter One – On the Run
Saturday, June 24th, sometime after 1960, unsure of exact year
While writing this I look back on what happened to me, and I am shocked. Shocked, but also glad. I suppose you want to know what exactly did happen to me. Well, up until a few years ago, I lived in Phoenix, Arizona. But one time I actually decided to leave. Well, I'll tell you everything, just so you'll understand.
Friday, May 23rd, 1960
While writing this I am in my car. The only problem is that I don't know where I am heading.
You see, I had just left the town that I currently lived in. I was unhappy with my job there, and so I thought, what if I leave and start a new life somewhere else? Then another, more negative thought came into my head and thought, but no, how can I just abandon the only life I've ever known? And, I know now that I had done it without properly thinking about the consequences. You see, when my employer gave me forty thousand dollars to take to the bank, in a sudden rush of impulse, I went away. I ran away with the money in my handbag, and a suitcase packed with everything I could find, hoping to leave Phoenix forever and make a clean start.
So I left. I got into my car and drove off. But I realise now that this was a bad decision. Why? Well, let's see. Firstly, just after I left, I had had a close shave with the police. A few hours after I left Phoenix I started driving, not sure exactly where I was heading. My mind was sort of not working properly then. All sorts of thoughts were rushing in and out of my head, like, "Where am I going to go now? And what if the police catch me? What if someone from back home comes looking for me?" I also felt bad, stealing forty thousand dollars. I knew that it was wrong, and I felt guilty. Right then, I very nearly changed my mind and went back. But then I just carried on. If I run away I might as well actually go through with it.
I was trying to calm down, but then I realised that a police car was following me from behind. I had no other choice but to pull over, but I got out of that all right. I just made up some story; I can't even remember it right now, I just showed him my driver's license and he let me go. But it wasn't long before I realised that he was still following me. So I thought the best idea was to buy a new car, just in case someone decided to look for me. I pulled over at a garage and bought another car. I was in a big hurry, and I think the salesman thought that I was a bit strange. But luckily, when I left, the policeman was nowhere to be seen.
So, after that encounter, I was feeling a bit better, but I still had no idea where I was going. Another hour passed, and I was still driving. I suddenly realised that I was very tired. I had to pull over and rest somewhere for the night. I was worried that I wouldn't find somewhere very soon and I'd fall asleep at the wheel. I looked around me, hoping to find a road sign or something. Then, as I looked to my right, I noticed a neon sign. As I got closer to it, I saw that it said "Bates Motel". When I saw it I was sort of relieved. At least I had somewhere to spend the night. It looked a little shanty, but still it looked like a reasonable place from the outside. So, without a second thought, I pulled over to get some rest. I would decide where to go and what to do later. Right now I was too tired to think about complicated things any more.