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“I know her, but she doesn’t know me.”
He had opened Pandora’s Box through his act of adultery, and he couldn’t close it without self-destructing.
“I said that to get into your pants,” Adam interrupted. “Do you know what that means? Do you?! It means I lied to you so I could fuck you. I don’t love you. I never loved you and I never will, you... you stupid cunt. Can’t you get that through your fucking head?”
Like a drug abuser addicted to a placebo, she was addicted to a love that didn’t exist.
Her cheek tore with a moist crackling sound.
The glass scraped her teeth as he cut her. It sounded like a fork being dragged across a ceramic plate.
a jagged Glasgow smile.
he had cut a wide, permanent grin across her cheeks—a bloody smile from ear to ear.
He stuttered, “You–You’re not so beautiful anymore, a–are you? You–You’re ugly. You’re... a monster.”
pain of death was similar to the pain of birth.
Adam had taken everything from her. But he also gave her a purpose.
It was a strange sensation—to be haunted by a living person.
A jagged atrophic scar stretched across her left cheek, and another atrophic scar curved across her right cheek. The skin around the scars was red. The scars on the bridge of her nose and forehead were light but noticeable.
Instead of comforting her after the traumatizing attack, society blamed her for welcoming a violent man into her home. She was sick and tired of society.
She cried, but she didn’t make a sound.
The quietest cries were often the most pained.
Her trachea was split in two and her esophagus was pierced. The tubes, visible in the grisly wound, were lined with pink tissue and dark blood.
She was a six-year-old girl. She had seen people punch each other in her favorite anime shows, but cartoon violence couldn’t prepare her for reality.
“You know what my brother told me?” “What?” “Your mom’s a bitch.” “Shut up, dude.”
“Monsters are real. They’re not like the monsters you read about in your books or see in the movies. They’re like you and me—man and woman, adult and child, flesh and bone. I knew a monster once. I met him when I was a… princess… back when I was the most beautiful girl in the world.”
One person’s pain could bring another person unimaginable happiness.
She had seen death—murder—several times before, and it was always beautiful. It was like reliving her first love again and again and again.
No one was ever really prepared for a real emergency. Children were especially unprepared.
