Crazy. Psycho. Freak.
Those are just a few of the words people have used to label me since I was old enough to remember.
I don’t understand society's obsession with having to label everyone and everything, but alas, such is life.
Not like it isn’t true; I am crazy, a product of two screw ups who made sure I turned out as messed up as they are.
What they weren’t expecting is how much worse I’d be.
Once I became too much for them to handle, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought.
It was then I found Carnaval de la Mort.
They became my family, aiding me and all of my personalities in a way no one had dared to before.
They loved me and accepted me for me, even the ones who claimed not to have a heart.
Brooks wasn’t part of the show, but after the first night I saw him in the audience during one of my salacious, death-defying acts, he began showing up more and more.
Each time he tried to get closer, tried worming his way into my calloused heart, and each time I warned him a crazy broad like me doesn’t fall in love.
Pity he couldn’t listen. He was much too pretty to die.
WARNING: If you’re considering picking up this book, chances are you've read the blurb. Given the genre and the multi-author collection it’s part of, I think this goes without saying… However, in the event you need clarification: We’re All Mad Here is not a true romance novel. Some readers may consider it dark romance due to certain aspects, but word to the wise—there is no HEA. Should you decide to forge on and brave Vayla’s twisted world, please remember you are doing so at your own discretion. Don’t come for me when you’re done with it, k? This book contains dark subject matter that might be triggering to some. It also contains mature language, sexually explicit scenarios, and detailed depictions of graphic violence.
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