Excerpt
I roughly opened the closet door open and slammed it behind me, not caring who heard. I yanked the metal chain and paced around the small room while running my fingers through my hair aggressively. My breathing became uneasy as the anger pumped through my veins. But the anger was soon mixed with the same pained, depressing weight I’ve carried for months on end. Tears quickly ran down my cheeks uncontrollably.
I sat against the wall and held my head in my hands as the tears continued to fall. I choked out a sob as I sat in the dimly lit closet as the pain took over my body. I sat in the lonely closet trying to calm myself until I heard shuffling coming from a corner of the closet along with a voice.
“Why so sad, Ryder?”
Trigger Warning: s*lf h*rm, s*xual a*sault
If these topics pertain to you, please do not read further.
A.N.: This entire novel is fiction; nothing is real. Do not take any of the situations in the novel seriously.
Please be sure to read the first book in the series, Schizophrenia, before reading this one; this is the sequel.
