Mark Pellegrino Thirteen Reasons Why の小説・ストーリー

he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly. He wouldn’t think about the problems, he told himself. He’d just think about the night ahead. His phone beeped with a message. “Fuck,” he pulled a face as the images popped onto his screen. “Fuck I’m going to have to bleach my eyeballs.” Marcella had more than delivered. There was no way that Gregory Renmark would risk these images being distributed wider. “Ouch,” he tilted his head at one shot. “He loved every second of it,” Marcella announced as she left the bedroom and crossed to him. “He’ll never forget me, and never find a lover to top me.”

“You don’t know him. You’re just reading papers and files and assuming they define him.” The PI met my gaze and something almost regretful flickered in his eyes. “I’ve been doing this job for twenty years. I know when someone is more than what they show the world. And I'm sorry your… friend… happens to fall under that category.” Sienna leaned forward, intertwining her fingers as she tested her elbows on her thighs. “Then tell us this. If Marco is so dangerous, why disappear?” “Because,” the PI said, “he’s trying to get out.”

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Mark looked into the camera, his eyes red. “I just want to say thank you,"* Mark said, his voice trembling. “The support from all of you has given me the strength to keep fighting. I'm here at the station now. I'm filing the papers. I'm going to bring my son home. Julian Vane, if you're watching this... please. Just let him go. He’s just a little boy. He doesn't belong in your world." The video ended, and I felt a roar of pure, unadulterated rage rip through my chest.