Ever wonder what stories occur behind the scenes of your favorite novel? Check back often to read read journal entries by your favorite characters from BEND ME, SHAPE ME. Here's an entry from Snow's Journal now.
They’d hate me if they knew. Hate me and lock me up. They put kids in jail these days and try them as adults. Age don’t matter. Don’t matter, neither, that it’s all fuzzy to me now. Like a movie screen not focused right, not edited right. Choppy pieces of film spliced together, over exposed and running at fast speed. Dark images, too.
I only see it myself when it gets dark. Not dark like in sunshine and light bulbs. I mean dark that weighs heavy on you. It dulls sounds, burns hot and fills me so full I gotta explode somehow.
That’s when the movie plays in my head, sometimes silent, sometimes loud with only scraps of words, screams. Blood on my hands, on the knife in my hand. Screaming in my ears. Every time the movie gets this far, the rage kicks in and the screen goes black and I gotta kill something, smash something, beat something with my hands, with my bleeding, bare, fucking hands.
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