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272 pages, Paperback
First published November 7, 2018
"You once told me to embrace myself, to be okay with my darkness. I think it's time for you to practice what you preach." - Church
She used me to feel loved. I used her to feel control.
Could anything ever be that perfect again?
I'm guessing no.
But I bet it could be better.
With just a wink here, and a nudge there, and we could be so much better.
She wanted to become a monster. She wanted to use her teeth and claws to break bones and spill blood. To get back at anyone and everyone who hurt her. Anyone who made her feel small or weak or helpless
Church wasn't a weirdo. He was the result of fucked up DNA and even more fucked up parenting. He was glorious.
She used me to feel loved. I used her to feel control. Could anything ever be that perfect again?
“The voices. They stopped,” she told him. “I only hear ... me.”
“Good. That means you're hearing me, too.”
She smiled up at him.
He smiled down at her.
“You're not a sociopath, Emma,” he was laughing again, and she felt his hand on the back of her head. “Don't flatter yourself. You're just crazy and that's why your life is so hard.”
“She wanted to become a monster. She wanted to use her teeth and claws to break bones and spill blood.”
“It means in order for us to fit together, we already have to be in pieces. My pieces can’t exactly fit if you don’t have any edges. If you’re already whole.”
“He knew where to find me. It was all real. We don’t need words. We don’t need anything. We’re connected. Connected in every single way possible now.”
"You are special, and you're my church, and I will worship at your altar for as long as you'll let me. Forever and ever, amen."
"It means in order for us to fit together, we already have to be in pieces. My pieces can’t exactly fit if you don’t have any edges. If you’re already whole."
"She was. I’m not particularly violent, though."
"Church - you sawed my therapist into dozens of pieces."
"After he was dead."
"After you murdered him."
"In your defense."
"Emma had suffered, too, and she’d never turned her inner demons on to some other innocent person.
Well, except that one time you tried to smother someone with a pillow, but that shouldn’t count - that was for love."
"You once told me to embrace myself, to be okay with my darkness. I think it's time for you to practice what you preach."
She used me to feel loved. I used her to feel control. Could anything ever be that perfect again?