Pain That's all Casey can remember. Having to constantly bounce from foster house to foster house, Casey has had to endure so much pain. Physically and emotionally. And having to protect her littler brother from those things is causing even more. What if one day, her little brother utters those words? Those words that should never be spoken? Words that your taught to never say? The words that lead you to the Devil himself. I believe.

My fear is so deep that a thousand years couldn't save me now.

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"