Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

Let all the unhinged, depraved darkness out.

Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.

I swear if one more person asks me how I feel, I'm going to go insane — if I'm not already there.

"You like pineapple on pizza?" he asks. I nod. "Yeah…" "Disgusting." I snort, alerting several people nearby. Theo looks up again, face blank. I quickly wave my hand like a white flag, showing I mean no harm. "I guess the world is split into two people. The pineapple pizza lovers and the others…"

Humans need basic essentials to survive. One of the key ones is social interactions. Even the most recluse people need comfort from others at times.

But I want to fall, I want to drown in everything about her. I don't care if it kills me. It would be the ending of all endings — a fitting demise for somebody like me. I'd happily go, accepting my fate, if it meant just hearing her say my name one final time.

But what is normal anyway? It's just a setting on a washing machine.

That's what makes her special. She's a fucking force of nature, begging to be let free.