The Lovely Bones Page #5

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But now hate, was all that I had.

I want him dead.

I want him cold and dead,

with no blood in his veins!

Look at me!

Look at what he did to me!

What am I now? The dead girl?

The lost girl? The missing girl?

I'm nothing!

I was stupid.

I was so stupid!

- You don't control this, Susie.

He does not own you.

You can be free of him. But not this way.

What do you know? You don't know anything!

That man took my life!

You will see, Susie.

In the end, you will understand.

Everyone dies.

Brian!

- Don't worry. Go, go..

Ok, ok. Ha ha!

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!.. I realized what I had done.

I willed him to stop.

I willed him to turn back.

I know it's you!

Come out!

Come out and face me!

Did you hear me, you son of a b*tch!?

Go off me!

- Sick f***!

Brian, stop it!

Brian, stop!

Brian, stop it!

- You wanna touch my girl!?

Dad!

Dad!

No!

- Brian, stop!

Brian - stop! Stop!

Don't you get it - you killed him!

He's dead! He's dead...

- Go, go!

Go!

I knew then, he would never give me up.

He would never count me as one of the dead.

I was his daughter.

And he was my dad.

And he had loved me, as much as he could.

I had to let him go.

Sophie Cichetti, Pennsylvania.

She had been his landlady.

Jacky Meyer, Delaware.

She had just turned 13. Her body was found in a drainage ditch...

by the side of the road.

Lea Fox.

Delaware 1969.

She was already dead when he dumped her body in the river.

Lana Johnson. 1960.

Bucks County, Pennsylvania.

She was lured into a shack, he had built of old doors.

She was the youngest.

She was six.

Flora Hernandez.

Delaware, 1963.

He'd only wanted to touch her,

but she screamed.

Denise Li-Ang,

Connecticut, 1971.

13. She was waiting for her father to close up their shop, when she vanished.

Denise Li-Ang, who sometimes liked to be called Holly.

Susie Salmon, 14.

Norristown, Pennsylvania, 1973.

Murdered in a room he

had built under the earth.

Come on, guys. Keep up!

Are you OK. Lindsey?

- Go on.

You sure?

-I'm fine, Go.

Catch up?

Dad!

Where's Dad?

Mom.

What are you doing here?

- What does it matter. She is home.

Home for Good?

- Of course she's home for good.

Where's Buckley?

- He's at Soccer practice, and I have to pick him up in an hour.

My girl.

- Jack.

Look at you!

What happened?

No, no, no. No - you're too late!

We're closed.

- Oh, you're closed, huh?

Yeah.

Oh.. Too bad - I was really hoping

to get rid of this thing.

Sorry, pal. We're fillin' her in.

- Oh, you're filling her in, huh?

- Yep. Oh, yeah, well.. I really hate to inconvenience you, but...

Would you like some help?

- Yeah, sure. That would be great.

I come here almost every day.

I like to listen to the sounds.

Have you seen Holly?

- Did she tell you about this place?

Yes.

Then you must be ready.

I'm Flora Hernandez.

The others will be here soon.

Who is that?

- I don't know.

But he gives me the skeevies.

- The skeevies? why? Are you 12?

It's beautiful.

Of course it's beautiful.

It's heaven!

Yeah, c'mon - let's go.

What are you waiting for?

You're free!

Almost.

Not quite.

Ray!

Ray!

Ruth!

What happened?

What's wrong?

Ruth?

Susie!?

You wrote me a poem once.

You called yourself 'The Moor'.

That's good, I got it from here.

Kiss me.

You are beautiful, Susie Salmon.

These were the lovely bones, that had grown around my absence.

The connections sometimes tenuous.

Sometimes made at great cost.

But often, magnificent.

That happened, after I was gone.

And I began to see things in a way...

that let me hold the world, without me in it.

Brrr - it's a cold night!

You looking for a ride?

No.

No?

Are you sure? It's pretty cold out here.

I'll take you wherever you want to go.

What do you think?

- Look, mister...

I'm not interested, ok?

- I'm not trying do nothing. Just trying to be polite.

That's all.

A young lady, alone at night.

Not safe -

Didn't you hear me?

Piss off!

When my mother came to my room,

I realized that...

all this time, I had been waiting for her.

I had been waiting so long...

I was afraid she wouldn't come.

I love you, Susie.

Nobody notices when me leave.

I mean, the moment when we really chose to go.

At best you might feel a whisper -

or, the wave of a whisper...

undulating down.

My name is Salmon. Like the fish.

First name, Susie.

I was 14 years old when I was murdered,

on December 6, 1973.

I was here for a moment.

And then I was gone.

I wish you all a long, and happy life.

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