Brainwashed (Alabaster Penitentiary, #3)

by Nyla K.

I’ve always valued human interaction, though I’ll be the first to admit I’m not very good at it. Still, I’ve spent my life chasing it, like an overbearing, needy adolescent, and when I finally catch some, I usually end up squeezing too hard.

I’d rather be stupid and happy than hold the knowledge of the world and its misery.

I’m a monster, not a martyr.

There are no coincidences, after all.

Intense black eyes, like a ghoul who might suck out your soul if you look into them for too long. But he’d probably make it feel really good when he did it…

How soft things could also be hard, beneath the surface.

After all, what is sleep if not an escape?

I’m a basic bitch.”

Just because you want to control someone, that doesn’t mean you’re in love with them.”

I do not like this fool.

We can’t deny the nurture to our nature,

“You’re so extra. You could have just said yes.”

Because I’m an agent of chaos, and now it’s time to play.

“I’m the bad guy,” he says with as much confidence as I’ve ever heard from him. “I’m the monster that lurks in the shadows. The evil that sends a chill up your spine and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. I’m just me. The Carver is me.”

“I just wanted someone to fucking notice me.

The psychiatrist and the psychopath.

there is no control. The world is chaos. Period.

My doctor likes my sickness.

X marks the spot…

We all have good in us. We all house evil. The extent to which we practice it is what separates us from them.

But you don’t give yourself a nickname, like that hack Berkowitz. You sit back and let the New York Times pick it for you.

But I had much more experience in killing than he had in being killed.

There is no innocence on this island.

“You are not a phase, Felix Darcey. You’re an act of God. You’re the only person I want to be with… Forever.”