Snippet for the new book.
"You know what you're doing, Driscoll?" He says to me, and I have a strong feeling that he's about to take me by the collar and throw me against the wall. I shake my head no, too afraid to speak. "You're sitting around here waiting for your brother to die. For your own selfish gain."
"No," I speak, my glare heavy and blazing. "You're wrong. I love Tavish and no matter what I do, I never want to get rid of him. You're wrong."
"Really?" He smiles tauntingly. "Why do you make it seem like you want nothing in the world more for him to be dead, then?"
"I never fucking said that!" My voice raises an octave. "I said that I wanted him to be normal. Not that I wanted him to be dead. I just don't want to see him suffer anymore!" He backs away, closer to the door, and opens it. The world can hear our banter now.
"The only way to make things stop suffering is to put them out of their misery." And with that he's gone, closing the door behind him. I'm left there speechless. My feet somehow manage to cascade me over to the couch to sit down. The tears roll down my face in rivers. Had I been that selfish, and not realized it? Had I really wanted Tavish dead and didn't let myself believe it? I bury my face in my hands.
My brother, who had been sitting on the couch the entire time, comes over. He sits next to me and puts head on my shoulder, kissing my shoulder daintily. He mumbles something close to "I know what you mean. He's wrong." The only full sentences I've heard from him in over a year.
And somehow it was everything I needed.
"No," I speak, my glare heavy and blazing. "You're wrong. I love Tavish and no matter what I do, I never want to get rid of him. You're wrong."
"Really?" He smiles tauntingly. "Why do you make it seem like you want nothing in the world more for him to be dead, then?"
"I never fucking said that!" My voice raises an octave. "I said that I wanted him to be normal. Not that I wanted him to be dead. I just don't want to see him suffer anymore!" He backs away, closer to the door, and opens it. The world can hear our banter now.
"The only way to make things stop suffering is to put them out of their misery." And with that he's gone, closing the door behind him. I'm left there speechless. My feet somehow manage to cascade me over to the couch to sit down. The tears roll down my face in rivers. Had I been that selfish, and not realized it? Had I really wanted Tavish dead and didn't let myself believe it? I bury my face in my hands.
My brother, who had been sitting on the couch the entire time, comes over. He sits next to me and puts head on my shoulder, kissing my shoulder daintily. He mumbles something close to "I know what you mean. He's wrong." The only full sentences I've heard from him in over a year.
And somehow it was everything I needed.