I was four years old when I learnt what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I'd pray I didn't wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.
The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet.
The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.
Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I'd been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn't clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.
This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.
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Did a teenager write this?
This book is laughably bad. It reminds me of terrible fan fiction written by a 14 year old “2 edgy” girl. I don’t know if I can finish it but I also just want to see how much worse it gets. What makes me sad is that it was on the recommended page for one of my favorite authors, Tillie Cole.
A few gems:
Main character lives in a “bungalow” on the beach. A lot of effort is put into talking about her “bungalow”. When we see her home, it’s actually a sky rise apartment.
Copious use of the term “milky skin”
One character starts every sentence with “come,”
They’re in New York! No, Las Vegas! No, California!
Random side character backstories.
SO MANY side characters.
Lots of blank stares into the “broken” eyes of a character
Only read this if you want a laugh and secondhand embarrassment for the author. The plot could have been so good, but she needs a lot of writing practice before publishing anything else.
So bad. So, so, so bad.
I don’t usually write reviews unless the book is super good or super bad. This is the latter. The idea was okay but it was so poorly executed it comes off as some sick girl’s fantasy. Regardless of countless editing errors (grammatical and structural) I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone. A waste of money and a waste of time. Don’t buy!!!!