More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
But there’s no running. I cannot escape the demons woven into the fabric of my soul. I cannot excavate them with bloodied fingers, digging deeper and deeper through flesh and bone.
When my penance is paid, I will rebuild. Inch by inch. Breath by breath. Lie by lie. I shall be reborn.
I’m a lost cause.
I don’t deserve anything; not even to live.
Play the good girl and then you can die.
The government always has money for bombs and wars, but never for the places that actually need it.
It’s still a prison cell, no matter how it’s dressed up.
I’m hardly a poster girl for sanity.
Everything screams wealth and antiquity. Is this a university, a prison or a fucking museum?
I don’t do friendly very well.
Time loses all meaning when you’re separated from reality.
It’s like I stopped living overnight and became a ghost to the world.
I wasn’t always this way. Most blame others for their demons. We’re all victims one way or another, right? But not me. There’s no one else to blame. I got this way all on my own. I’m the fucking monster in this story.
Eli shifts, a pale hand reaching out to stroke my hair. It’s his way of welcoming me home without saying a word.
For better or for worse, these two are my family; our bond runs deeper than blood ever could.
No one talks to me like that around here. Most view me as untouchable. I’m the only one who is allowed to work in the office, and the position grants me a level of respect and immunity.
I don’t get crushes, yet all I want is to bang on her door until she answers, take her in my arms and steal away the look of despair that is so clearly cemented in her eyes.
Just functioning is hard enough.
My tongue was stolen a long time ago. Words only pass my lips once in a blue moon because I’m too busy dealing with the constant sensory overload.
Speaking only worsens my synaesthesia. Every word and emotion brings new flavours or scen...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
Her name is scored into my memory. I’ve already met the ghost that’s riled Kade up so badly before I came to Blackwood, but I never expected to see her again.
she’s beautiful in an ethereal way.
I hate being noticed and judged, hate being seen. Invisibility is my friend and protector.
Other people’s anxiety is a real issue for me. I’ve got enough of my own to manage.
On her lips, she wears a matching smile that takes my breath away. She’s beautiful when she’s like that. Goddammit, I need to see that smile again. It tastes fucking good. Rare happiness. Like freshly cut grass or a recent rainfall.
she’s got strength beneath that weak, trembling exterior. I like that.
This girl is something else. She has a brutal alter-ego beneath the vulnerable surface. I’m beyond intrigued, and my cock is fucking hard just watching her.
The fire in her eyes and steel in her spine is incredible.
“Fuck, I think you might be my new favourite,” Phoenix gasps.
We’re in for trouble with this one.
“Brooklyn, you were in the depths of a psychotic episode when you committed your crime. Schizophrenia is a debilitating illness when not managed properly. Your sentence was passed with that in mind. You have a disease.”
I have to fucking die.
Being bisexual isn’t always linear. It’s not equal in terms of attraction.
Yep, I’m a fucking junkie. He got that right. I’m addicted to ruining others for my own amusement.
This girl is grade A fucked. No two ways about it. We should all be steering clear for our own protection. But hell, I like a challenge.
Monsters like me are not fit for society.
Godfuckingdammit, he’s cute in a misunderstood, emo sort of way that makes my thighs clench.
“You still want to play with me, Nix? You might get hurt.” “You’re goddamn right I do, sweetness.”
The voice of irrationality is too loud. That’s the thing about delusions, they’re so fucking believable that discerning reality from fiction is impossible.
I no longer want to run. There’s no desire to hide back in my room and play with my blades until I can think clearly again. Something else has taken place here. An exchange of mutual darkness.
This clean-shirt bastard is my fucking brother. Who would’ve thought it? We’re as different as night and day.
I have to make him let me go. Kade needs to stop caring about me and the waste of space that I am.
Hurting him is the only way to set him free.
“We’re not family. We’re not brothers. We’re not even friends. Get that into your head, before it’s too late.”
“I was… once.”
I ruin any good that comes into my life, and I may not deserve it, but I’d do anything to feel that goodness again.
Trust doesn’t exactly come easily to me, especially not when it involves the opposite sex.
She was a spark of interest in the dull landscape of my life.
She’s broken in a way that is plain as day to me, calling out to my own greedy demons. I’ve always loved breaking things, and she’s teetering on the edge of destruction.
I want nothing more than to shove her off the precipice and follow her all the way down to the depths of Hell.
