I'm Selene Blackwood, and for the first time in my twenty one years, I felt alive. I know I shouldn't, from everything Maya had said, I should be terrified—that what lies ahead could destroy me. But fear feels like a luxury I can't afford anymore. If death is the consequences, I wasn't scared of it. I'm just going to enjoy the thrill life just presented to me.
Growing up with my mother and that waste of space she called a husband taught me that some cages are made of silence. My mother loved me in her broken way, but she couldn't see what he was doing to me. Or maybe she chose not to see. Maybe it was easier to pretend that her daughter's withdrawal was just teenage rebellion.
