Twisted Heathens (Blackwood Institute, #1)

by J. Rose

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.

“Nobody is all good, Brooke. We’re all somewhere on the spectrum of morality, dabbling in shades of grey. There’s no such thing as good and bad. Not really.”

We’re twin flames destined for oblivion.

That’s what mental illness does to you. It gets in your head and makes the line between life and death seem so small, you’re no longer afraid to cross it.

I’m afraid of becoming the monster the world thinks I am.”

Rule number one; never tell a crazy person they look better. We don’t want to hear that shit. Nine times out of ten, you’ll push them to self-destruct even more just to prove you wrong. Trust me.