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by
Tahereh Mafi
Started reading
January 21, 2024
“Go to sleep.” “Go to hell.”
“I don’t know why, but I kind of like it when you threaten me.” “That’s because you’re an idiot.”
“I’m not worried about my brother. I’m trying to decide whether to shoot you now or later.” “Later,” Kenji says,
Because moving forward is the only way to survive.
“I just punched it.” “You just punched it.” “And kicked it a little.”
“I don’t know,” Adam sighs. Closes his eyes. “Maybe Kenji is lying to us.” “Come on, man, what the hell—”
“Hey, beautiful.” “I’m sorry I almost killed you,” I blurt out. “Oh.”
his eyes confess he’s lived at least 100 years. He must be in his 40s.
“You lied to all of us.” “You’re welcome.” “You sedated my ten-year-old brother!” “You’re still welcome.”
“I have to leave right now?” “Yeah, man. I want to go to sleep soon.
“Don’t be a jackass.” “You hiding something?” “Yeah. My gun—”
I imagine someone’s given me a book to read, a story to take me away from the torture of my own mind. I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind. I want to run, to feel the wind tug at my hair. I want to pretend that this is just a story within a story.
My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.
And I’m so tired I’m so tired I’m so tired I’m so tired and sometimes I get so angry
It’s like running from one prison to another; an existence wherein there is no relief, no refuge. Where even my own mind is a traitor.
I sink my face below the water again. I could live here, I think. Live where gravity does not know my name. Here I am unbound, untethered by the chains of this life.