More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win.” - Stephen King
Play the good girl and then you can die.
No matter what it takes, I’ve got to be dead before November.
Shucking off my jacket and rolling up the sleeve of my sweater, I stroke the pale skin of my arm. Pearlescent scars meet my fingertips, the bumpy ridges immortalising my sins. It’s all about punishment. Nobody should get away with what I did. As razor meets flesh, hot pain grants me instant satisfaction. I press down hard and bite my lip, savouring the resultant burn. Wetness spreads, running down to my elbow. I sneak a peek, and the sight of dark trails makes my heart thump harder as my mouth waters. So fucking beautiful.
We’re all victims one way or another, right? But not me. There’s no one else to blame. I got this way all on my own. I’m the fucking monster in this story.
lexical-gustatory synaesthesia,”
“I can leave?” I chip in. And go jump off a bridge,
More drugs? Yes, Doctor.
I have to fucking die.
I hate them. I hate them all. I hope my death kills them.
Determined to save me, or the version of me that he believes exists.
“You cut me deeper than you ever cut yourself,”
burn
burn
burn
Rule number one; never tell a crazy person they look better. We don’t want to hear that shit. Nine times out of ten, you’ll push them to self-destruct even more just to prove you wrong. Trust me.
I second that.
narcotic
You’re not allowed to live. Even if it kills them. Even if they want to follow you to hell.
People like me, we’re born to die.
Father trained me well.
What have you done, baby?
My mind is numb and broken beyond repair.
“I don’t… want to live.” Eli stops mere inches away from me, but he doesn’t move any closer. His hand hovers in the air, encouraging me to close that final gap. I reach out automatically. I can’t help myself, our fingers entwine. His palm is warm and dry. Steady. Reassuring. Alive. “Neither do I.”
“Plenty of humans are monstrous, and plenty of monsters know how to play at being human.” - V.A. Vale
“I want to hurt you the way you hurt yourself,”
You will be my greatest creation yet.” He kisses my forehead just like any father would. “You will be… Patient Eight.”
You make villains into heroes and wonder why they disappoint you.
“I would hold you,” Seven responds in a strained voice. “And never let go.” Our fingers can hardly touch through the obstruction, but the tiniest flicker of his skin touching mine is like a defibrillator to the heart. I’m shocked to the point of near unconsciousness, my soul reignited and set alight. “What about you?” he asks. I curl my index finger so it hooks around his. “I’ve spent my whole life praying for it to end,” I admit. “More than once, I’ve tried to speed up the process myself. Death is all I’ve ever wanted in this world.” Seven’s breathing hitches. “And now?” “Now,” I echo
...more
“Someone begging for their humanity to be acknowledged can sound an awful lot like rage.” - Kalen Dion
“I’m yours to kill, baby.”
You were born for the program, and you’ll die for it.
“So,” Phoenix whispers. “You don’t mind another boyfriend with missing body parts, right?”
All I want is to drink the oxygen from your lungs.
Sickness and sanity.
Helping himself to a beer before Kade can yell at him, Phoenix wrenches the cap off with his teeth like an animal. “Ahh, alcohol. My old friend. Happy fucking birthday, kids.”
