The Scars Keeper-New Excerpt
****SPOILER ALERT****
The excerpt below is intense, dark and a bit of a spoiler, but it gives insight to the depth of emotion in this book. <3
Avery:
“Stay away from me. I swear I’ll do it!” He takes slow steps toward me, and the dirt, twigs and pine needles rustle beneath his laced-up boots.“Don’t come any closer,” I order as he gets within ten feet or so and stops.“Relief or revenge,” he says.“What?” My hand trembles, and I feel the pressure of the blade against my skin.“Death … Will it bring you relief or revenge?”“Both.” He’s stock-still, staring through me with his black eyes. Paired with his grey shirt and ragged blue jeans, he’s menacing, matching the charcoal clouds threatening to soak us above.“Do you want to know what you’ll get if you slice your neck open?”“Peace is what I’ll finally get.”“No. It’s regret. Good memories will flash in your mind, one after another. The dreams you’d hoped to experience in the future will be next.“Then, I’ll watch it all pass before your eyes as blood squirts and pours from your carotid artery until it’s bubbling out of your mouth, streaming from the corners and dripping off your jaw. You’ll drown from your crimson life on this cold, wet ground.”I suck in successive sharp breaths before they burst free inside a resounding cry. I pry open my fingers, dropping the knife to the earth before I fall next and hit that cold, damp ground. I’m on my side and sobbing, watching Hayden come closer. The rain sporadically falls, and as his dusty black boots stand before my face, clean circles appear on them, the dirt washing away from the pelts of water. He squats in front of me, and if I wasn’t already terrified of myself, I might be of him. My palm and cheek are pressed to the ground as I tilt my eyes up and stare into his. Thin lips are parted, and jet-colored hair that reaches just shy of his chin is draped around his face. He grabs the knife, twists his torso, and launches the shiny blade straight at a tree, sticking it as if he’s done it a thousand times.Moving upright, he steps one foot over to straddle my body, and I gasp. He shoves an arm between my side and the ground before he scoops me up into his arms. Mine circle his neck snugly.I’m panting for air between my cries, wrestling with confusion over two stark emotions. Anguish that my internal pain didn’t end, and relief that he saved me.
The excerpt below is intense, dark and a bit of a spoiler, but it gives insight to the depth of emotion in this book. <3
Avery:
“Stay away from me. I swear I’ll do it!” He takes slow steps toward me, and the dirt, twigs and pine needles rustle beneath his laced-up boots.“Don’t come any closer,” I order as he gets within ten feet or so and stops.“Relief or revenge,” he says.“What?” My hand trembles, and I feel the pressure of the blade against my skin.“Death … Will it bring you relief or revenge?”“Both.” He’s stock-still, staring through me with his black eyes. Paired with his grey shirt and ragged blue jeans, he’s menacing, matching the charcoal clouds threatening to soak us above.“Do you want to know what you’ll get if you slice your neck open?”“Peace is what I’ll finally get.”“No. It’s regret. Good memories will flash in your mind, one after another. The dreams you’d hoped to experience in the future will be next.“Then, I’ll watch it all pass before your eyes as blood squirts and pours from your carotid artery until it’s bubbling out of your mouth, streaming from the corners and dripping off your jaw. You’ll drown from your crimson life on this cold, wet ground.”I suck in successive sharp breaths before they burst free inside a resounding cry. I pry open my fingers, dropping the knife to the earth before I fall next and hit that cold, damp ground. I’m on my side and sobbing, watching Hayden come closer. The rain sporadically falls, and as his dusty black boots stand before my face, clean circles appear on them, the dirt washing away from the pelts of water. He squats in front of me, and if I wasn’t already terrified of myself, I might be of him. My palm and cheek are pressed to the ground as I tilt my eyes up and stare into his. Thin lips are parted, and jet-colored hair that reaches just shy of his chin is draped around his face. He grabs the knife, twists his torso, and launches the shiny blade straight at a tree, sticking it as if he’s done it a thousand times.Moving upright, he steps one foot over to straddle my body, and I gasp. He shoves an arm between my side and the ground before he scoops me up into his arms. Mine circle his neck snugly.I’m panting for air between my cries, wrestling with confusion over two stark emotions. Anguish that my internal pain didn’t end, and relief that he saved me.
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