The Beast You Are by Paul Tremblay

Author:Paul Tremblay [Tremblay, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Titan Books

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The sun is bright in my room and I bolt upright in bed and I’m in a panic because I can’t miss school, not because I love it (I hate it [and I hate almost everything and everyone there except for Stacey and a few other kids and Ms. Whiting is cool too, I guess] and my stomach turns into a stinging ball of pain when I’m there most days) but because I stupidly hope doing well in that awful school is my only chance, which isn’t much of a chance at all, and I have no idea what time it is and how could I have slept through my alarm?, then I look at my phone and it’s dead and I remember last night and the hallway and it seems far away and at the same time it’s still there in the room with me because the rest of the house is still and quiet even if I’m running around my room slamming drawers and putting clothes on. Why didn’t Owen wake me up?, he’s usually awake before me and watching TV (the morning is pretty much his only chance to have the TV to himself) and then I make him and me breakfast with the two clean bowls and I walk him to the bus stop and it’s all fine because Dad isn’t there to yell at us or do nothing. I go out into the hallway hoping that Owen is out there waiting for me (maybe he didn’t come in to wake me up because he was afraid I’d get mad he was coming into my room when he doesn’t let me go into his), and the hallway and the house is quieter than it was last night, and I tiptoe (afraid to disturb something, and maybe I still should be asleep, like I woke up during some secret hour or time I shouldn’t see, that no one should see) into the TV room and no one is there (just empty beer cans on the floor and chip bags and sunflower-seed bags on the couch) and then I dance around the big trash bags and into the kitchen and no one is there (just more trash and dish piles and open and empty cabinets), and then I go back to the hallway, our hallway and the floor near Owen’s door is clear (no broken cereal bowl, no mac ’n’ cheese, no shoebox) and his door is open halfway, so I walk toward it, and my stomach is in that ball of pain, and I don’t want to go in his room now that it’s open. I whisper-yell.

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