My name is Siobhán E-Book

Émilie Malburny

• Herausgeber: LiLys Éditions
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 45

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

An horrific novella which invites us to reflect on identity issues.

Siobhán is a fifteen-year-old teenager. From as far as she can recollect she has always lived with Mister Moore. First, she thought he was her father, but growing up, she knew deep inside he was not. From time to time she can remember Dory, the young woman who used to live with them, or that’s what her mind tells her, but at the end of the day, are you sure to know everything about the people passing through your life? Are you sure you are who you think you are?

A gripping thriller !

EXTRACT

I’m Siobhán, a fifteen-year-old girl on the road with black hair, deep greenish eyes and a careless attitude about the situation I’m living. I don’t really know who I am. I remember having Dory with me along the way, but still don’t know who she really was for me. Yes, I said was.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Émilie Malburny was born on June 18, 1983 in Belgium. After working in the media world, she decides to launch the publication of her first novel, thanks to Jeff Bodart, a friend of hers who comes from the same little town. Armed with this experience, she also wrote a one-woman-show, children's stories, songs and thrillers.

Leseprobe

“I saw The Beast shiftingFrom the cradle to the graveIt’s coming from outsideFrom the fire to the light

Where do we go from hereHow can I drop the fearWhere will I find the safety zone?”

Mustii, Safety Zone SABAM for culture2016

To Sandra F, Françoise for their help in proof reading this novella.

To Thomas M, for the inspiration to find the “Safety Zone”. I wish you’ll find a way to your international audience because you so deserve it.

To Ryan, Nickolas, Alexander, Brian, Howard, Kevin, Sam for anything they brought me through these years.

Prologue

I’m Siobhán, a fifteen-year-old girl on the road with black hair, deep greenish eyes and a careless attitude about the situation I’m living.

I don’t really know who I am. I remember having Dory with me along the way, but still don’t know who she really was for me. Yes, I said was.

She disappeared one day and never came back. I don’t remember her leaving the house we lived in. I only remember Mister Moore being desperate enough to forget I was still existing. A few months later, out of the blue, I became the center of attention. I couldn’t go out, couldn’t talk to anybody.

I’ve never been to school although I think I have memories of me being surrounded by other children, but I’m not sure anymore.

Mister Moore told me it was a dream. Those you wake up from with a real sensation but all was just a dream. First, I didn’t believe him and kept claiming I was right and then he shut me down for good.

So, I decided to write all I think about in a diary I consider as my best friend.

Sometimes reality isn’t what you think it is. A long time ago I thought he was responsible for Dory’s disappearance and suddenly, it changed.

You don’t really know people entirely; you focus on what you want to. For instance, you like your colleague’s dark sense of humor, but deny it is mainly sexist, or you always pass the homeless on the street thinking he needs to go work his/her butt off and totally miss out that he or she is a veteran who saved your one day.

You will probably love me or hate me when you follow me along the way of this story, but the truth will remain in the dark except if I decide to let you know…

I’m Siobhán and here is a part of my story.

10 years earlier

Santa Clara, July 2005.

Dorianna, a fifteen year-old teenager and Sinéad Hagerty, five years old left their grandmother’s house for a walk to the park two blocks away from there.

At eight o’clock at night, Catherine, the Grandmother, called the local police department to report her two granddaughters missing.

As the officers were hearing all the possible witnesses in the neighborhood, Captain Garcia received a peculiar phone call:

“These two girls are in a better place. Stop looking for them.”

The voice seemed to be far away and distorted. First he thought of a teenage prankster but he quickly changed his mind when Catherine brought him the package she found only a few minutes after her call to the police: A thirty-centimeter box covered with what appeared to be blood with a kitchen knife inside. A real one, not the kind you find on Halloween or April fool’s day.

From that particular moment, Garcia knew it would not be easy to find the girls.

They searched the neighborhood all night and the entire next day. An “Amber Alert” was launched throughout the counties, but still nothing new to investigate.

The blood appeared to be calf blood and the knife came back with no prints on it. A total dead end.

Mrs. Hagerty was devastated, her only two grandchildren, somewhere, alone and on a deadly path.

Forty-eight hours and still no news … only hope left.

Garcia interviewed Declan, who refused to talk without his lawyer and then confessed he was out of town with his band that specific day.

Nowadays

Siobhán

San Francisco, January 1, 2015

Dear Diary,

With this new year coming I thought I would start exposing my feelings to you.

I put your old self in a shoebox in the closet so he won’t find you.

I know it sounds silly, but I would like to keep our relationship undercover.

I don’t have any friends around except you.

He thinks I’m just writing nonsense in here, but he is wrong, so wrong.

One day he will understand what I’m really doing. And it will be the end of us.

Since we moved here, I find life being more breathable. I can’t explain, maybe it is the ocean nearby that makes my lungs expand a bit more. I feel home.

I love the sound it makes.

Lately, he changed. I don’t like it. I don’t like him anymore as much as I used to.

Why did Dory leave me?

I know you won’t be able to answer me yet.

It’s OK, I can wait.

Your Siobhán.

Sinéad was five when she disappeared. A five-year-old child who couldn’t even spell her name correctly or call her sister by hers.