by Kevin Brooks
“Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome.”
“There,” she said, giving my face a final wipe, “that’s better.”
“Thanks.”
She nodded, putting the tissue away, and for a few seconds she was quiet. Then, without looking at me, and with her voice perfectly calm, she said, “You weren’t thinking of jumping off the roof, were you?”
“What?”
“Because if you were . . .” She looked at me, her eyes suddenly bright with anger. “Listen to me, Tom Harvey. I know you’ve been through a lot recently . . . I mean, we both have. And I know you’re probably feeling really confused right now about all this iBoy stuff, all the shit you’ve got in your head and all the shit you’ve had to deal with . . .” She paused then, moving her face to within an inch of mine, and her voice became slow and deliberate. “But if I ever catch you even thinking about killing yourself . . . well, believe me, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do.”
We stared at each other for a while then, and as Lucy’s eyes drilled into mine with an intensity that was almost physically painful, I honestly didn’t know if I had intended to jump or not. I didn’t know if I could have jumped or not.
I just didn’t know . . .
All I knew — and all that mattered — was that I hadn’t jumped, and that Lucy was here, sitting beside me.
I looked at her, smiling. “The last thing I ever do?”
She shook her head. “It’s not a joke, Tom . . . I’m serious.”
“I know . . . but you’re kind of implying that if you ever catch me thinking of killing myself, you’ll kill me, which sort of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”
She couldn’t help grinning. “Yeah, all right, Mr. Super Brain . . . so I got my words mixed up a bit —”
“A bit?”
She looked at me, still smiling, but there was genuine concern behind her smile . . . and that really meant a lot to me. In fact, it meant everything.
“I’m sorry, Luce,” I said quietly, looking back at her.
“It’s all right, I’m always getting my words mixed up —”
“No . . . I mean about everything.” There were tears in my eyes again now. “I’m just so, so sorry . . .”
“Shhh . . .” she said gently, putting a fingertip to my lips. “You don’t have to be sorry . . . you don’t have to be anything. Just be with me, OK?” She took her finger away, leaned in close, and kissed me. “All right?” she whispered. “Just be with me.”
I nodded, still crying.
Lucy smiled. “Let’s get comfortable.”
As she slowly leaned back and lay down on the roof, looking straight up at the sky, I didn’t move for a moment. I just sat there, staring out at the dying horizon, wondering if perhaps there was something out there for me after all, a future beyond the horizon . . .
And then Lucy tapped my backside with her foot and said, “Hey, Super Brain, it’s getting lonely down here.”
And I leaned back and lay down beside her, and she took my hand in hers, and we just lay there together in a dream of silence, gazing up at the stars.
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Summary: Sixteen-year-old Tom Harvey was an ordinary Londoner until an attack that caused fragments of an iPhone to be embedded in his brain, giving him incredible knowledge and power, but using that power against the gang that attacked him and a friend could have deadly consequences.
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