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Support Group Rules: 1. No outside contact. 2. No identifying information. 3. No in-fighting. 4. No re-entry. 5. No communication with the police. Those who break any of these rules will be killed.
Morally, it was fucked up. She should hate herself, but even that seemed to require too much energy.
She felt like Buddha, except in a mentally ill way.
THE MOST UNNERVING thing was how normal most of them looked.
“Maybe one of those sexy older ones on TV, you know, the ones who are always tired and never get laid.”
Sarah Christ is that you???
The part that scraped against Cyra the hardest was that the world would fall in love with Lamprey if he was ever caught. Good-looking, educated, charming. She was aware of the fetishization of serial killers, of the internet’s obsession with them (but only the white ones), of the studios who would clamor to make a movie of his life. But they wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t realize that up close and personal, there was nothing appealing about this man.
When Briana Bower approached him during gym class sophomore year, three days after his sixteenth birthday, Edward had the sudden urge to squeeze his elongated body under the wooden bleachers to get away from her.
What is everyone’s obsession with men who are fundamentally evil?
It’s funny the things our minds can look past when we don’t know exactly what we are looking for,
“It’s OK to fail. You know why? Because it’s always a lesson. There’s always something good you can take away from a failure. And then it stops being a failure at all, you see? Because now you know how to do it right the next time.”
“Sometimes I feel like I am carrying around this little chestnut of pain. And I’ve been carrying it for a long time, basically since I was a kid and my mom left. And every time something bad happens, I stuff it inside this chestnut and bury it in the soil. People talk about how if you bury feelings, they’ll explode later, but that doesn’t happen with me. My buried things die and become nothing. I feel nothing because if it hurts, I get rid of it.”
People can try to change, they can hope to evolve and become better, but there are some parts of them that will always remain the same.
Food wasn’t for pleasure or taste anymore; it was to keep her from passing out on the street.
letting her body relax into apathy,
“For women, killing is a game. Petty revenge and broken hearts. Women kill for death. Men kill for life. It gives us air. And that’s something you could never understand.”
He was wrong. She did understand. She understood that killing was not about ending a life, but preserving the beauty of those who got to keep breathing. There were other bad people out there. Killing them would give her air.
