There is a reason why everything is the way it is.
“I like it here,” he almost whispered. “I like mystery. Sometimes I’m
dying to know what happened that night, and other times, I hope I never
find out, because it’s more interesting this way. Reality always disappoints.”
He turned to me. “I think that’s why I’ve always liked this time of day best.
People hide in the dark. They quench their thirsts in the dark. They build
their secrets in the dark. We’re more ourselves here than anywhere else. I
get to be me...” he swallowed, staring at me, “when nightfall is coming.”
~Nightfall
"Because I have a passion for self-destruction and you always knew it, and you always knew we would end badly." His voice cracked. "This won't end any other way."
Blood is not love, and love is the only thing that begets loyalty.
-Will Grayson
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(Don't ask questions, you don't wanna know)
Being with him was like dancing. Dancing with death.
-Winter
"You were at the party. Lots of people, witnesses. They will find you."
"My kind of fun has a price," he whispered. "Better enjoy myself while I can."
"Why me?"
Not that I wished hun on anyone, but was it because I was blind? Because he thought I was an easy target.
"I don't know," he said
"Were you in the ballroom when I was dancing?"
"yes"
"You watched me the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it was pretty,"
"You asked me why you,That's why, You're pure.
Your parents are bad," he explained. "Your sister lacks any depth to be interesting, and I hate my house It's so dark there."he paused, then continued. "It all fucking disappeared when you were dancing, though. It made the world prettier. I liked it."
🖤
"Are you are you going to hurt me?" I asked.
"I don't know,"
He doesn't know?
"Do you want to?" I pressed
"Kind of."
His masked voice was like a breeze through the trees.
Why?"
"Because I'm sick," he answered.
What? No one was that self-aware. Especially psychopaths.
He took my upper arms, and I stiffened as he pulled me up, both of us standing again.
He moved in, his shut brushing my arms. "Because I can't feel guilt, sadness, anger, or shame as strongly as I can feel fear anymore, and there's no stronger fear than when I scare myself." He brushed a tear off my face, and I jerked away "I never know quite what I'll do," he finished.
It has music. I like it.
I didn't know if I felt responsible for the fact that she now only had four senses by which to experience the world, but it was a strange feeling to want to protect someone from others when I new I'd be worse for her health than anyone.
~Kill switch
"I know everything, everyone does what I want, and everyone is afraid of me," he continues, and then turns his eyes on me, "and money doesn't buy that. Money and power don't go hand in hand. Power comes from having the guts to do what others won't."
-Damon
Damon Torrance. The boy in the fountain.
The kid in the disheveled suit with hair in his eyes and a bloody hand who would barely speak or look at me.
But now he was a man, and he had definitely learned to talk. Tall and sure, there was a threat in his dark words in the church, but I could still smell that fountain on him. He smelled like cold things do. Like sharp water.
~Killswitch 🖤
Bleeding, broken, lost, and alone, he was back up, wasn’t he? He would
always be able to take whatever anyone did to him. Twist it. Turn it.
Swallow it.
🖤
"He never cried,” I told her, “I’ve never seen him cry.”
She remained quiet,
“When she’d come in, he’d make me hide in the closet with his headphones on. And after it was
done, he would let me out, and then he’d go take a shower. Sometimes he
was in there for an hour. Sometimes three or four. He’d stay in the shower for however long it took to get himself straight
again. Sometimes the cuts were on his arms or his chest.
Depending on the season and what his clothes would cover.When he was fifteen, he started slicing the
bottom of his feet, so he would feel it every time he walked. I didn’t
understand how he could run on the basketball court with the pain. His
socks were soaked in blood sometimes."
Something’s gotta give. How much pain could he take before he broke?
How long until nothing was enough to appease him?
-Damon
I didn't feel like I was safe right now. I didn't feel like I was hiding in this dark,fucking confessional with a screen between me and this girl I may or may not know. I should shut up.
But a part of me didn't want to. Every word brought me closer to the edge. Closer to Falling. I wanted to fall.
~Hideaway
She was tearing me up, and I wasn’t sure I cared. I just wanted to burn.
-Micheal
Being scared wasn’t a weakness. But letting it force my head down and
my voice quiet was. Fear wasn’t the enemy. It was the teacher.
-Erica
Rika was a lot like I was a few years ago. Confused, caged, and
corruptible. The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be
learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality
someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want
to do. Ever.
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until
we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do,
the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
~Corrupt
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