"My name is Emanuel. I’m 17 years old and I killed my mother. I had her sliced open, like a goat for the slaughter to get me pulled out. As she bled, the doctor pushed air into my lungs, and pressed his hands repeatedly onto my chest, with the same rhythmic, repetitive motion that he used to jerk himself off that very morning. It worked. He came and I came… back to life. The fact that my mother lost her life for this, for me, is probably just a side note. The cost of doing business. But it’s me who pays. It’s on my tab. And it accumulates interest with every passing year. My point is, there’s no place for me. Because I’m not supposed to be here. Maybe If I was some sort of Olympic athlete, or a genius scientist, but I’m not. I’m not any of those things. I’m just a girl. A murderer without a motive. So I serve my time, waiting for my sentence to be up.
Kaya Scodelario in The Truth About Emanuel
…please be gentle,
i have wanted to start a blog for some time now.. please bare with me while i work out how to make the strange thoughts in my head sound funny and interesting. (this may take some time)
i hope you enjoy my bits and bobs!
i will also be posting some of my mums amazing art work. she has suffered from depression for most of her life and art has been an emotional and liberating outlet for her. i’m very proud of everything she has achieved and want to share it with you.