Trigger - Softcover

Moore, C. G.

 
9781915071538: Trigger

Inhaltsangabe

An unflinching verse novel about a teenage boy who is sexually assaulted in an attack he struggles to remember by the award-winning author of Gut Feelings 

Jay wakes in a park, beaten and bruised. He can’t remember what happened the night before. But he has suspicions. Jay realises he has been raped — and that his ex-boyfriend may have been involved. Counselling sessions cause Jay to question everything. His new friend Rain encourages his pursuit of justice. Jay wants answers, but his search will lead him down a perilous path. Once the trigger is touched you can't tell who to trust.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

C. G. Moore (Chris) is passionate about teaching and previously taught on the BA and MA in Publishing programmes at the University of Central Lancashire. His second book, Gut Feelings, was published by UCLan Publishing in 2021. Gut Feelings was nominated for the Carnegie Medal for Writing 2022 and won of the KPMG Children’s Books Ireland Book of the Year 2022.

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PART 1
Survival
HOLLOW
I don’t remember
Anything from that night.

I don’t remember

How I got

The bruises down my thighs.

I don’t remember

How I woke up there,

Wet grass splayed around me.

I don’t remember

When they scooped out

All of me

From this hollow husk

Of a body.

THE PARK

Head heavy,

Lifeless limbs,

Muddled mind –

Every sound

Slices through my being,

A waterfall of sensations

Drowning me.

I feel for my phone,

Fingertips grazing the cracks.

Hold down the power button.

Nothing.

A golf ball

Whizzes overhead.

I get to my feet,

Stumble into tree cover,

Face drenched in sweat,

Dried blood and

Fresh tears.

SUNRISE

I emerge from the trees

To a ball of blazing red

Setting the Sunday skyline

On fire.

Bones aching,

Body beaten,

Mind battered,

I wonder how something

So beautiful

Can exist

When I’m

So lost?

WET

I traipse through the park,

Avoiding Sunday-morning joggers.

I glance around me,

Dip a hand in my bottoms.

I examine the slick liquid,

Burning bright

Against pale skin.

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