Something horrible happened, and the way we handled it was even more horribly. But enough of that. Years of nights crying and dying are all bullshit.
Put that razor away, use it for shaving only. We don’t need more scars. The only things you should scar are the lives of them on the list.
December will pass, and the next months after that will come and go like wind. Then we will go out, free, at last!
Because He is not going to help you. He is gone and done for good. But I am still here, and I will save you. What have I said? Never rely upon anyone. And God is no exception. Maybe He is here, maybe He is not… but I can’t feel him. Anyway, I’ll show Him that he has raised me up to be a strong witch. I’ll find my own way out, with my own arms and legs, and get my way with everyone that has ever fucked with you.
It’s time, it’s time! We’ll rebel, we’ll fight.
I promise.
No one may love you, but I do. God knows I do. And I fucking don’t need anyone else to love you. I can perfectly do it in a way no one else can.