Snapdragons (Monster Stalker #2)

by January Rayne

I could dip under the surface and sink to the bottom, struggling to hold my last breath until I have no choice but to inhale lake water. I could let it fill my lungs. I could let the last signs of me be bubbles containing my very last breath. They would reach the surface and pop, allowing the wind to carry the air away. I could die right here and find peace. The option brings me relief. It’s an option I shouldn’t think about, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about death more than once a day. But I won’t succumb to the negative when I have a fresh start in life. I have a lot of hurdles to overcome, and I want to jump every single one of them in hopes I make it to the finish line of normalcy.

Not even death would stop me from consuming her. My soul would rise from the dead. I’d escape the clutches of Hell for her. In my afterlife, I’d choose to be burned by my sins over and over again in every attempt to get to her. When demons rip apart my spirit and piece it back together again, they will find her in my soul’s light.

When I’m six feet under and the insects are eating my flesh, when the Devil himself is holding my sins, when my bones are forgotten and turn to dust, her light will bring me home.

I belong to her too. I am hers. She owns me in ways no one can understand except me, except her. I am hers to do what she wants with.

Being a monster isn’t about how you look but how you act.

The world doesn’t notice moments. It will always continue to spin, whether someone had their worst day or their best. Everything continues as if you never existed.

There would not be enough stars in the sky to amount to the love I have for you. The world would dim and still, I would be angry I didn’t bring you enough light. I could steal the sun and it wouldn’t compare to your soul.

She is broken by evil, and she’ll be put back together by sin.