Unravel Me by Tahereh Mafi EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Tahereh Mafi
- ISBN: 978-0062085542
- Language: English
- Genre: Teen & Young Adult LGBT Romance, LGBT Romance for Teens & Young Adults, Teen & Young Adult Fiction about Girls & Women
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- Size: 2 MB
- Page:496
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The world might be sunny-side up today.
The big ball of yellow might be spilling into the clouds, runny and yolky
and blurring into the bluest sky, bright with cold hope and false promises
about fond memories, real families, hearty breakfasts, stacks of pancakes
drizzled in maple syrup sitting on a plate in a world that doesn’t exist
anymore.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it’s dark and wet today, whistling wind so sharp it stings the skin
off the knuckles of grown men. Maybe it’s snowing, maybe it’s raining, I
don’t know maybe it’s freezing it’s hailing it’s a hurricane slip slipping into
a tornado and the earth is quaking apart to make room for our mistakes.
I wouldn’t have any idea.
I don’t have a window anymore. I don’t have a view. It’s a million
degrees below zero in my blood and I’m buried 50 feet underground in a
training room that’s become my second home lately. Every day I stare at
these 4 walls and remind myself I’m not a prisoner I’m not a prisoner I’m
not a prisoner but sometimes the old fears streak across my skin and I can’t
seem to break free of the claustrophobia clutching at my throat.
I made so many promises when I arrived here.
Now I’m not so sure. Now I’m worried. Now my mind is a traitor
because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and
sweating palms and nervous giggles that sit in my chest, build in my chest,
threaten to burst through my chest, and the pressure is tightening and
tightening and tightening
Life around here isn’t what I expected it to be.
My new world is etched in gunmetal, sealed in silver, drowning in the
scents of stone and steel. The air is icy, the mats are orange; the lights and
switches beep and flicker, electronic and electric, neon bright. It’s busy
here, busy with bodies, busy with halls stuffed full of whispers and shouts,
pounding feet and thoughtful footsteps. If I listen closely I can hear the
sounds of brains working and foreheads pinching and fingers tap tapping at
chins and lips and furrowed brows. Ideas are carried in pockets, thoughts
propped up on the tips of every tongue; eyes are narrowed in concentration,
in careful planning I should want to know about.
But nothing is working and all my parts are broken.
I’m supposed to harness my Energy, Castle said. Our gifts are different
forms of Energy. Matter is never created or destroyed, he said to me, and as
our world changed, so did the Energy within it. Our abilities are taken from
the universe, from other matter, from other Energies. We are not anomalies.
We are inevitabilities of the perverse manipulations of our Earth. Our
Energy came from somewhere, he said. And somewhere is in the chaos all
around us.
It makes sense. I remember what the world looked like when I left it.
I remember the pissed-off skies and the sequence of sunsets collapsing
beneath the moon. I remember the cracked earth and the scratchy bushes
and the used-to-be-greens that are now too close to brown. I think about the
water we can’t drink and the birds that don’t fly and how human civilization
has been reduced to nothing but a series of compounds stretched out over
what’s left of our ravaged land.
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