Words fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Websterโs International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get โ a cold sick feeling deep down inside โ when you know something is happening that will change you, and you donโt want it to, but you canโt stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.
Jennifer DonnellyThe guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please
Jennifer DonnellyBecause just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.
Jennifer DonnellyMy father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands, splashing water on his face. My mamma left us. My brother, too. And now my feckless, reckless uncle had as well. My pa stayed, though. My pa always stayed. I looked at him. And saw the sweat stains on his shirt. And his big, scarred hands. And his dirty, weary face. I remembered how, lying in my bed a few nights before, I had looked forward to showing him my uncle's money. To telling him I was leaving. And I was so ashamed.
Jennifer Donnelly