I was poison, and Noah was the drug that would made me forget it.
"I wish I loved him enough."
“I heard the levers shriek and then ran to the doors, but they closed on my hands,”he said. His eyes studied my face. “You actually smiled at me when I turned to look at you. You smiled .”
I H U R T PEOPLE.
This is what I knew: I was trapped in mt body in that bed at that moment. But even as I looked out throught the windows of my eyes, throught the bars of my prison, I knew I wouldn’t be trapped forever.
They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite. When they released me, they’d see the answer w a s y e s. (The Evolution of Mara Dyer)
You have to admit, the paranoia was humorous. What could the detective possibly know? That I thought Morales should die and she died? Crazy. That I wanted the dog’s owner punished for what he did to her and he was? Laughable. Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.
“Each line on the second page was filled with words. Hundreds of words on thirteen lines, arranged into the briefest of sentences.”
Morales. Rachel. Claire. Noah.
Did she just say our names? Did she just say—
TURN OFF THE CAMERA.
They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite.
When they released me, they’d see that the answer was yes.
I don’t care if Heaven won’t take me back.
“The boy is destined for greatness, but with you, he is in danger. You are linked, the two of you. You must leave him. This is what I have seen.”
I grew frustrated. “Is he in danger because of me?”
“He will die before his time with you by his side, unless you let him go. Fate or chance? Coincidence or destiny? I cannot say.” Her voice had turned soft.
Soft and sad.
A fist closed around my heart. I tried to let him go once before. It didn’t work.
“I can’t,” was all I said to her, and quietly.
“Then you will love him to ruins,” she said, and let my hands go.”
KELLS: No, let’s see where she goes. Mara, who did you hurt?
Mara: My teacher.
KELLS: What was her name?
Mr. ___: Her file says that her teacher, Christina Morales, died of anaphylactic shock in reaction to fire ant bites on [date redacted].
KELLS: Let me see.
Mara: Also a … a man. He hurt a dog. I—I—
KELLS: It’s okay. Take your time. Just tell us what you remember.
Mr. ___: Rachel Watson, deceased, died Wednesday [date redacted] in Laurelton. Remains discovered at six a.m. with those of—
Mr. ____: Claire Lowe, yes, as well as her brother, Jude Lowe—
Mr.____: Noah Shaw? I don’t—
-Retribution of Mara Dyer
An image of a girl, or something that had once been a girl, materialized out of the blackness. She was kneeling on carpet, her black hair falling over her bare shoulders as she leaned over something I couldn’t see. Her skin glowed bronze and shadows flickered over her face—she was blurred and indistinct, as if someone spilled a glass of water over a painting of her and the colors had started to run. And then the girl lifted her chin and looked directly at me.
I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can n e v e r h e a r.
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I grew frustrated. “Is he in danger because of me?” “He will die before his time with you at his side, unless you let him go. Fate or chance? Coincidence or destiny? I cannot say.” Her voice had turned soft. Soft and sad. A fist closed around my heart. I tried to let him go once before. It didn’t work. “I can’t,” was all I said to her, and quietly. "Then you will love him to ruins," she said, and let my hands go.