Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5)

by S.T. Abby

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted.

break. “He doesn’t love me like I love him,” I say hoarsely. “I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name.”

I’ve never once thought of killing someone as a desire. I’ve never blurred that line. That’s not the case at the moment. I hope she fucking kills every last person with a badge who didn’t come to save her when she was left to bleed out.

One person cannot change the world. But one person can strike terror into multitudes.

Never mock or harm the passionate, for they are the fiercest with their wrath.

A fire starts in front of the cemetery, zipping down the line that Jake laid out. We can hear the screams as the headstones continue to explode, and Jake presses a button on his phone that releases shadows made by light boxes. They look like souls rising. To a town so full of guilt and religion, it’ll be like a mini-apocalypse. Every headstone there finally explodes, and the lines of the fire finish, spelling out two words. We’re back!

“I decided if I could choose anywhere in the world to be, it’d be wherever you were,”