The child spoke quietly. So quietly. She chuckled gently and nodded, “Would you like to come and sit with us, then?”

The next thing for her to do? Go kill Charolette.

"After all, you're not as bad as they say you are." "No, I'm much worse."

A glimpse inside the teenage mind. (Warning, some topics in this story may be triggering to some users. Includes cursing.)