What am I doing?
Being reckless clearly.
The Monster shifts under my skin, pulling at me: reminding me of the fact I almost kissed Adrian Hawthorne. The Monster had reacted at our closeness- talking about devouring him, tearing at his...Oh I don't know what It said- It made no sense what It was rambling on about- all I know is that The Monster was desperate for it and in those fleeting seconds that seem to last forever, I craved it more than anything. I craved the silence I knew he could give me. And I don't know how of it is me, or It. All I know for certain is, Adrian is my lifeline from The Monster in me. My silence in the screaming crowd.
And it terrifies me.
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Teen FictionAdrian Hawthorne never wanted to be who he was born to be- he never wanted to be evil. Lucie Gravely has spent her whole life running away from the monsters that seek to remind her of the night she wishes more than anything to forget. But after on...
