Hi - I'm reading "Watching You: Brilliant psychological crime from the author of
THEN SHE WAS GONE" by Lisa Jewell and wanted to share this quote with you.
THEN SHE WAS GONE" by Lisa Jewell and wanted to share this quote with you.
"Freddie nodded. ‘It’s horrible.’
But then he straightened and said, ‘But it wasn’t my dad. Was it?’
She looked at the article and thought that people not being charged with crimes didn’t mean they hadn’t committed them. It just meant that no one could find enough evidence to say that they had. But she didn’t say that.
She smiled instead and said, ‘Doesn’t look like it.’
‘She was being bullied,’ he continued, pointing at the relevant section.
‘That’s probably why she did it. That happens a lot, doesn’t it? People being bullied at school and killing themselves?’
‘Yes,’ she said vaguely,
‘yes it does.’
‘So, that’s probably what happened. Isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ she said again. But if that was the case then why was Viva’s mother hitting Mr Fitzwilliam?
Why was she not hitting the bullies who had hounded her daughter to her death?
What was in Viva’s diary that had made her mother believe that Mr Fitzwilliam was to blame for her death? There was no way of knowing. The only people who would know what was written in Viva’s diary were her family. The Harts.
‘Here,’ she said, turning the screen towards herself again and pressing the back button.
‘Let’s see what else we can find.’ She scanned through the search results until she found an article accompanied by a photograph. She zoomed right in on the photo and stared for a while at the image: a pretty girl with long, very dark hair, big eyes and an air about her of imminent hilarity. She looked kind, Jenna felt, and thoughtful. It was impossible to imagine this girl taking herself to a dank old chicken shop, chopping off all her beautiful hair with a pair of scissors and hanging herself with a pair of tights. It was impossible to imagine her being dead. The mother’s name was given in this article. She was called Sandra. No father was mentioned. She typed in Sandra Hart but it brought her full circle back to the newspaper articles about her daughter. Then she went on to Facebook and clicked on a few ‘Sandra Harts’, but each turned out to be too young or too old or to have no connection with anyone or anything apposite to any elements of the Genevieve Hart story. And then she clicked on a Sandra Hart who lived in Sheffield and had been born in Derby in 1957. Her page was set to private, so Jenna clicked on the only link that was available: her friends’ list. She only had twenty-two. Jenna went through them one by one until she got to the profile of a younger woman called Rebecca Louise Hart. Her page was also set to private but her personal information was available,"
But then he straightened and said, ‘But it wasn’t my dad. Was it?’
She looked at the article and thought that people not being charged with crimes didn’t mean they hadn’t committed them. It just meant that no one could find enough evidence to say that they had. But she didn’t say that.
She smiled instead and said, ‘Doesn’t look like it.’
‘She was being bullied,’ he continued, pointing at the relevant section.
‘That’s probably why she did it. That happens a lot, doesn’t it? People being bullied at school and killing themselves?’
‘Yes,’ she said vaguely,
‘yes it does.’
‘So, that’s probably what happened. Isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ she said again. But if that was the case then why was Viva’s mother hitting Mr Fitzwilliam?
Why was she not hitting the bullies who had hounded her daughter to her death?
What was in Viva’s diary that had made her mother believe that Mr Fitzwilliam was to blame for her death? There was no way of knowing. The only people who would know what was written in Viva’s diary were her family. The Harts.
‘Here,’ she said, turning the screen towards herself again and pressing the back button.
‘Let’s see what else we can find.’ She scanned through the search results until she found an article accompanied by a photograph. She zoomed right in on the photo and stared for a while at the image: a pretty girl with long, very dark hair, big eyes and an air about her of imminent hilarity. She looked kind, Jenna felt, and thoughtful. It was impossible to imagine this girl taking herself to a dank old chicken shop, chopping off all her beautiful hair with a pair of scissors and hanging herself with a pair of tights. It was impossible to imagine her being dead. The mother’s name was given in this article. She was called Sandra. No father was mentioned. She typed in Sandra Hart but it brought her full circle back to the newspaper articles about her daughter. Then she went on to Facebook and clicked on a few ‘Sandra Harts’, but each turned out to be too young or too old or to have no connection with anyone or anything apposite to any elements of the Genevieve Hart story. And then she clicked on a Sandra Hart who lived in Sheffield and had been born in Derby in 1957. Her page was set to private, so Jenna clicked on the only link that was available: her friends’ list. She only had twenty-two. Jenna went through them one by one until she got to the profile of a younger woman called Rebecca Louise Hart. Her page was also set to private but her personal information was available,"
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Have to give a win to Lisa on this one.
I don't actually know of anyone who has killed themselves due to DHL bullying, but I know they've been close.
Have to give a win to Lisa on this one.
I don't actually know of anyone who has killed themselves due to DHL bullying, but I know they've been close.
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