s l i c e [hemmings]

[book three in the suicide series]

it was a freaking pencil sharpener, but we weren't paying attention to that. all i could see was tarnished silver and dark red blood.

i was happy. he was smiling a crooked kind of smile that made me wonder.

you can call it the easy way out. i like to think it's finally setting myself free.

who's right? you'll have to figure that out on your own.