Tortured Whispers

This is a dark taboo love story only for the open

minded and brave of heart. If you are squeamish or

draw a hard line at strong themes, this book may not

be for you, and that's okay.

Brooklyn… Drowning in

plain sight while everyone can see you is terrifying.

But more than anything it's lonely. And sometimes

withstanding the weight of being alone is worse than

anything.

The only thing that helped me cope was

cutting. Sinking a razor into my arm over and over

pushed air into my lungs even though it hurt me in

the long run. It was the only way I could breathe.

Until I found him.

He wasn't supposed to ever be

mine and my sick mind wasn't supposed to look at

him the way I did. Like he hung the moon and the

stars. But he made me float And floating felt so

much better than drowning. I never wanted to leave

his side once I realized he was the reason I could

finally breathe again.

I knew the world would try to

pull us apart. I knew the demons inside of me would

try to sabotage our love around every corner..

knew our minds were warped for wanting to be

together. We were vile. Immoral. Sin personified.

But I was willing to slay every demon and heal every

cut if it meant I could be with him.