Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

What an unhinged good fucking reader you are. I knew you'd be gagging for the monsters under the bed… Begging them to drag you down to hell and rearrange your insides. Welcome home.

On the outside, they must think I'm insane. I guess I am. But the truth is I'm haunted by misery. The ghosts of my past hold on to me, pulling me down. I tried to fight because I didn't want to drown. But maybe it's my destiny.

I realize it was hopeless, wishful thinking. Because people like me don't get second chances. We're designed to live through torture, built to be the fallen and forgotten.

I spent my whole life as an afterthought—if

"Love and forgiveness are two separate things."

"I've never liked myself. Everyone I've ever crossed paths with made sure to remind me of how little I mean."

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel. If God exists, he must be sick. Who would send a divine creature like her into the Devil's lair?

It's like telling people that you are depressed and they ask 'have you tried being happy?'.

"I have mental illness. I'm not mental illness.

Emotions lead to trouble. I wish I could turn mine off."

"We're bonded by this blood. Together, the King and Queen of the Unhinged."

Mine. No one is going to take that away from me. I'll kill every last person until we're the last two left. And then we'll burn the world down together.