“And she’s crying so hard. And I’m still blinking, but I’ve stopped breathing. My hands are clenched with hatred, so much hatred! Like poison in my veins, coursing to my brain, rotting everything, everything on its way. All the good feelings rotting away.” – Stephen Richards.”

“And she’s crying so hard. And I’m still blinking, but I’ve stopped breathing. My hands are clenched with hatred, so much hatred! Like poison in my veins, coursing to my brain, rotting everything, everything on its way. All the good feelings rotting away.” – Stephen Richards.”

— Alice Rachel