My Sweet Audrina

What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.

All pain seemed to come with lots of blood, and lots of mental anguish, too. I already knew about that. Maybe that was the worst kind of pain, because nobody knew about it but you.

There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was irrelevant as honesty.

Blood ties are not supposed to be chains.

Shadows in the house put shadows in the mind.

I lay so still in the gloom I could hear the house breathe, and the boards of the floors whispered, conniving a way to keep me here forever.

There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was as irrelevant as honesty.