“Whatever. Leave me alone. What if the cure doesn’t work, huh? What if my parents die or something before they can use the cure? The cure might not even work. We don’t know anything,” Mia firmly said, her voice muffled by her arms covering her face. “And we can’t do anything.” “No, Mia. I have something to show you.” “I said LEAVE ME ALONE.” Lilly took Mia’s phone from beside the sleeping bag, pushed a few buttons on it, and gently placed it next to Mia. “What are you trying to do?” Mia said, obviously confused. “Look at the phone and maybe you’ll see.” Mia reluctantly obeyed Lilly’s orders. Mia was still confused. “What’s this supposed to be? It’s just a stupid image of a piece of paper,” Mia angrily said. She hadn’t quite recovered from knowing that her parents might die. …show more content…
It’s the letter.” “Letter? What are you talking about? I don’t remember any letter. And I don’t remember taking a picture of this.” “The letter that I got from the box. Y’know, with the weird group and their get-rich-quick scheme? It’s really important. While we were in the car, I thought it would help to study the piece of paper and try to find out something. Oh, and I took that picture. Just in case the cure doesn’t work, we can ask this mysterious group to make another. Simple as that. Your parents will be cured.” “You just sound really clueless about what to do, Lilly. You just sound like you’re only doing this to try and cheer me up, but it’s not going to. Leave me
“Nick-” she reluctantly drew words. “-Did I ever tell you of the letter Myrtle sent Tom, back in Christmas, about three years ago?” I already knew I didn’t want to have this conversation. I wanted to sit and hold my breath like a toddler until I got my way and she withheld this talk with me.
She becomes too weak to write and devotes all of her time to studying the wallpaper. She begins to see shapes in the wallpaper -- to start off with, it looks to her as it is filled with “absurd, unblinking eyes.” The more she examines the wallpaper, the more she sees. She sees a pattern within the initial pattern -- something she describes as “a strange, provoking, formless sort of figure.” She feels as though her condition has not improved and her husband states that he will send her to Weir Mitchell, a well renowned physician, but Jane does not want this. Her mental state starts to decline and she becomes more emotional, crying at almost anything and her obsession with the wallpaper grows, with her becoming determined to find the purpose of the wallpaper’s pattern. The “strange, provoking, formless sort of figure” she initially sees begins to take the shape of a woman, whom she believes is trapped inside the wallpaper. At night when she’s watching this “woman”, she sees her struggling to free herself from the
I’m not an orphan, my mother’s not dead.” Her mom’s friend had to drag her inside the orphanage. Her mother’s girlfriend had promised her that she would take good care of her. She promised ... ... middle of paper ... ...
“It’s okay, Detective, it was a rhetorical question. I- I already know I’m dangerous too. I can destroy things with a touch — look at the door if you don’t believe me. And you saw what I did to Sheriff Higgins-” Her voice cracked causing her to clear her throat in hopes of covering up the swelling emotion. Her nose felt stuffy and her bottom lip quivered, but she refused to shed another tear feeling sorry for herself.
“I’m sorry mam but as I said before we have it under control trust me.”
The wind rustled the pieces of cloth in the trees and branches again, red, pink, and blue. “Don’t worry, we still can,” I said, taking out two pieces of paper I’d tucked into my robes earlier, scribbling my name and Minho’s on them with a piece of charcoal, and handing a piece to Minho. “You just have to leave it there for her, so she can read it
Damn it! Samantha is starting to cry, but I don’t want to say that I’m sorry even though I probably should. I am sorry. Sort of sorry. Like so many things, I really don’t care. Sometimes, I think about going to see someone, sorting all of this shit out. There will always be a need for those people. People you pay hundreds of dollars to, just to tell you that you have abandonment issues and describe how you can’t really feel anything. Thanks, I know. Just the thought of going to one of those big looking offices and sitting in a waiting room with a bunch of other people with a bunch of other problems, pretending not to look at each other. And then it’s my turn to sit in front of a complete stranger and bitch and moan
“No,” Jayme started. She spoke thoughtfully, while trying to lighten the mood. “We perceive that it can be hurt, though don’t know what actually
“Marissa, keep trying, it’ll get better through time. You just have to keep at it.”
“But you still know it's true. Can you even remember a time when you weren't subliminally drawn to Danny? Can you remember the first time you looked in a mirror and felt as if something was wrong with your reflection, that the colors were all wrong?”
“What do you mean if only it was a demon?” Jagger questions, working away. I don’t know how he knows all this medical stuff, but I’m not about to ask him. He won’t give me a straight answer. He never
“Here I am! I’m the one you want Embry so come and get me,” I yelled as loud as I could. My body was shaking continuously. As soon as I went to turn around to ask Lily something Embry appeared in my eyes. Her gun was pointed straight at my head.
“No,” she shook her head, “I don’t think I can be fixed.” Before I could say anything in response she opened her front door, “I think you should go.”
With pride shining in his eyes, my grandfather came out on the back porch again, resuming his seat to watch the preceedings with a smile. “Welcome to the Pack, grandson, you will make our People proud.”
“Your friends told me you needed help. I cannot fix your problem, but I help your realize what your heart already knows.”