Page 114 of Sapphire Scars


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So damn close to letting out all the pressuring filth inside me.

I fucking hated myself.

I loathed every thought in my head.

I might’ve been bred by a monster and had him pour his curse into me one day at a time, but I didn’t want it.

I thought I did after playing Ruby Tears.

I thought I could trample on other people’s lives so I could finally be free, but the truth was?

Fuck, the truth was I’d had it right the night I’d tried to end it.

The scar on my leg taunted me to try again.

The hatred inside me spilled out to include my older brother.

I knew now why I hated him so badly. Why he conjured such rage. Why I’d taken such perverse satisfaction in disowning him.

It wasn’t because I’d turned into our father.

It was because I blamed my brother for failing me.

All those days when he’d left me at that creature’s mercy.

All those moments where he turned his back and walked away.

Back then, I was trapped.

Right now, I was trapped.

I couldn’t leave.

I couldn’t stay.

Death truly was the only answer.

Chapter Seventeen

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Ily

DOING MY BEST TO KEEP MY attention on Faiza, I listened with Mollie and Rachel. Three weeks had passed, and we’d managed to meet most days. The guards didn’t care, the cooks just rolled their eyes, and we’d made headway…but not as much as we needed to.

I rubbed at the persistent bruise in my heart. A bruise that refused to heal like the others had on my body.

Three weeks and Henri hadn’t said a damn word to me.

Each time we made eye contact, he tore his stare away.

Each time he climbed into bed, he grabbed a book with shaky hands and threw himself into the pages with feral desperation, hinting he wasn’t coping.

I’d tried to talk to him.

I’d tried to give him pieces of my past. I whispered about my dream of working with the Crown Jewels. Of my job at the Tower of London. I even told him a little about Krish and his unique, wonderful way of viewing the world.

And…nothing.

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