My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.
Elizabeth ScottThere's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.
Elizabeth ScottI felt nothing all the time, and it had started to feel normal. It should have scared me, but it didn't.
Elizabeth ScottWherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.
Elizabeth ScottI always wanted to be grown up. When I was little I couldn’t wait to be a teenager and go to high school. When I got there I wanted to be done with it, wanted to get out into the world, the real one, and live in it. The thing is, that world doesn’t exist. All growing up means is that you realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.
Elizabeth ScottIt was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken word.
Elizabeth ScottIt's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.
Elizabeth ScottMy name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember
Elizabeth ScottI'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil." What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?" It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?" My mom loves it." But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires." What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom.
Elizabeth ScottI want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.
Elizabeth ScottOkay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?
Elizabeth ScottI lied to Julia, I didn't know what else to do because you - you make me feel..." I had to stop. Not because I didn't have words. I did. But I was afraid to say them. He looked at me, and I knew then I could love him. That if I let myself I would. "You make me feel too," he said, and held out one hand.
Elizabeth ScottHope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.
Elizabeth ScottWhatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.
Elizabeth Scott