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She’s okay. She’s okay. She has to be okay. “Come back to me, Mommy,” I whisper into the pool of tears in my hand. “I can’t do this without you.”
I want to feel blood soaking into my flesh, feel my knife cutting through sinew and muscle and tearing apart delicate skin. But I can’t just kill anyone. I refuse to kill innocents. I’m not an evil person.
This is why I’m here. This is my purpose. To protect my garden of flowers from wilting because of people like Gary and Daddy.
But you can’t silence heartbreak. It’s loud and painful. Even after you grieve and heal, it lingers in the background, sliding back into your life just when you think you’ve overcome it.
Slowly, she regains her composure. Scrambling for her pieces and shoving them back inside her. Still broken, but at least they’re not lying at her feet anymore.
I’ll never know the exact moment she took her last breath. I’ll never know why she chose to kill herself rather than running away with me.
Or why death was more appealing than a life with me.
But what hurt most is knowing that I spent the entire night staring at my mother’s dead body and never even realized it.
Not guilt over what he’s done to innocent souls, but only because he got caught and is now suffering the consequences.
“The outsiders—people that think they’re normal—they don’t understand people like us. We see the world for what it is. This Earth is layered, just like an onion, and we’re only
living in one of those layers. Us—we see the other layers. The energies that exist in this world and all the ugly and evil that comes alongside it. These layers are thin and strong entities can walk through the cracks, into other layers and wreak havoc.
Crazy people are the most interesting people in the world if you’d just let them be who they are. Medicating and drugging people until they’re mindless zombies
would make anyone depressed, you dumb bitch.
How can you tell me I’m not seeing what I’m seeing, just because you can’t see it, too? Why do the shortsighted people get to claim what is and isn’t sane?
