Darkly, Madly Duet

by Trisha Wolfe

What madness is it to be expecting evil before it comes. ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Shame is the conception of most sins against ourselves.

After seven years of intense study into the mind of the criminally insane, I have formed only one conclusion: serial offenders cannot be rehabilitated.

“None of us are powerless. Choice is the most powerful thing in this world. Everyone has a choice.”

Nothing stays the same. Change is the one constant you can depend on. You either adapt or you don’t.

the wait for something to happen can drive a sane man mad. And this place is full of madness.

Memories are deceptive. The way the mind works when recalling the past distorts our reality. Our minds shape and mold a memory every time we look at it, changing subtle details, altering facts. No two people remember past events the same, whether they were both present at the moment or not.

There’s no difference between how we recall our past and our actual past—that the outcome, either way, creates a monster.

“The freedom to do and say what one wants has always disturbed others,”

Be wary of people who compliment too soon, before they even know you—they’re lowering your defenses in preparation for the strike.

But that’s the trade. I risk losing what makes me human. Pain is human, and it means I still feel.

Thirty years of killing with the law as his murder weapon. He’s a killer that uses the law to murder his victims, and he’s enjoying every moment of this—one

“You will try to run, regardless of your choice. Everyone runs from their truth.

“It’s strange what impacts us. What defines us. People don’t remember the good. They remember what guts them.”

Solitude reveals who we are. Isolation is not loneliness; it’s the absence of noise and distraction. It forces you to acknowledge your worth. If you must surround yourself with people, you invite distractions from the one person deserving of your time: you.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. ~William Shakespeare

Love is pain. Real love—the one not spewed in poetry—is agony. It tears at your soul, strips you bare, drives you mad and demands the veracity of our existence. Love is madness.

Grayson would say that it’s not a coincidence or luck. That we design our life on purpose. Set things into motion long before we understand that purpose.” Her eyebrow quirks. “A believer in fate?” “It’s more like we gravitated to each other early on because our subconscious determined we’d be of value to one another at some point in our life.”