Psycho Academy (Cruel Shifterverse, #4)

by Jasmine Mas

That was the funny thing about trauma: it didn’t need time to strip you of your personality and plunge you into darkness. It worked quickly. Mercilessly. Didn’t care that you’d spent years cultivating your sense of self and acting a certain way and didn’t give a flying fuck about who you were or what you wanted out of life. It ripped you apart and left nothing. I was jagged shards of what had once been whole.

“You’ve been in a coma for three days.” John hovered inches away from me. Finally, some good news.

“I’m okay.” “You’re okay,” Sadie whispered back. “I’m okay,” I repeated, like if I said it enough, the lie would come true. Sadie’s voice was small. “Why are our lives like this?” I inhaled deeply and spoke the truth, “Because we’re bad bitches.” “The baddest.” “Never has anyone been badder.”