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."
đź–¤
"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 đź–¤
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.
đź–¤
"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
It never escaped my attention how she hid it (her scar) around my brother, as if it
made her less beautiful.
No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our
stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and
everything she was.
-Micheal Crist
I was taught to be brave from my father. Dip your toe in every ocean and try everything and anything. Learn, explore, take the world on...
And from my mom, I learned self-sufficiency. Of course, she'd taught me by default, but watching her showed me exactly who I didn't want to be. And from Michael-as well as Damon, Will, and Kai- I learned to breathe fire. I learned to walk as if the path were carved for me and me alone, and to treat the world as if it should know I was coming.
-Erica
Dark and dangerous held a lot of allure.
~Corrupt
“You want to know why you’re here?” he asked me, sounding strained
, in my ear. “You’re here, because you’re like me, Rika. You’re here, because
there are enough people who try to tell us what to do and try to keep us in a
box.
They tell us that what we
want is wrong and that freedom is dirty. They see chaos and madness as ugly, and the older you get, the smaller that box gets. You feel it
closing in already, don’t you?
I’m hungry, Rika,” he said, “I want everything they tell me I can’t have, and I
see that hunger in you, too.”
I blinked up.
“There are too many people that try to change us and not
enough people who want us to be who we really are. Someone once made
me see that and I wanted to give that to you."
Beware the fury of a patient man.
~Corrupt
I'm walking on the edge of sanity
Tipping my toe in pool of insanity
And it feels so warm, welcoming
Looks calming, pretty and unwavering
But sanity says 'it's all a deception '
Sanity says 'appearances lie'
But itself holding me with ropes and chains
Making my wrists burns, causing me pain
And looking at it is like looking
At ocean full of dead fishes
My ankles long gone, drowned in made wishes
Even if they're lies, they feel all real
Assurances if insanity, cruelty of rational
So if a deception's gonna last till your last breath
Why should we not choose it at all?
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