It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson Novels & Stories

"Mr. Ford, tell me, what's wrong with me compared to Haley? Why would you choose her over me?" The effects of the drug had started to take hold, and Shane was enduring immense agony. Flames surged and churned in his chest, like rising floodwaters on the brink of breaking the dam. His clear consciousness was being eroded. A buzzing sound pierced his ears, tearing through his eardrums. He needed a quiet place to be alone, or he dared not imagine what might happen. But Stella kept pestering him, refusing to let go of his coat hem. "Mr. Ford, I just want an answer! Are you really looking down on me so much that you won't even let me get close?"

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Dahlia pov You never really feel the pain until your mind processes it and your world finally turns upside down, and im sure if you ask anyone who has been abused they will always say that it never really does get better, they just learn to lie with the thoughts encasing their mind every day, pain doesn't care if you are with family or friends, it doesn't care that you might be happy for the first time in months or years, it doesn't care about you, and it never will. its not like you can say 'hey pain fuck off' because I don't think It will listen to you. Maybe with time things will heal, but the scars remain for eternity, and they will always remain there, they will be the thing that hurts

“I mean, everyone was busy cracking their ribs with laughter, so I'm not sure.” Susan wiped her eyes. “I’m crying. I’m actually crying right now.” I smiled, watching her. Moments like this felt… normal. Easy. Like nothing in the world was wrong, like there was absolutely no trace that everything would go wrong. But underneath that warmth, something cold still lingered, because I knew something she didn’t. I knew how things ended, or would end if I didn't do something about it. And the worst part was I didn’t know when, or how, everything would start to fall apart again. The goal was to stop it completely.

Shane asked. “A lot. I have done much worse to you than this and you're going to hit me over that?” “I've hit over less before,” he said coldly. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me,” I said and touched my nose. “Grateful for not breaking it. I don't want to go for another surgery.” “Why are you this evil, Dwayne? I thought you changed? I thought you wanted to be better?” Shane asked. “I'm trying to.” “I don't see it. This isn't showing you changing one bit. Why would you go as far as scaring her so much that she had to ruin Lucy's reputation? You made her turn against…”

I whispered, my voice almost strangled by the weight of the words. Shane nodded, his jaw tightening. "I’ve been seeing it a lot. And it’s getting closer. It’s not just roaming. It’s hunting." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was lurking in the darkness, it wasn’t done with us yet.

Ed spread his poison because if he couldn’t be included then everyone had to suffer. Shane and Russ suffered the most at Ed’s hands. Gail suffered too, and she may now pay for it with her life. While Shane and Russ work to heal the parts of themselves and their lives that Ed broke, Dale is doing his best to stay positive while he hopes Gail wakes up. Even with the threat gone, the wreckage still remains.

Mavy pleads. “I can’t. I won’t. I shall not live through another life where I’m rendered powerless while he takes and takes from her. I’ve gone mad, Sister, and I’m sorry for your loss. But I’m the villain in this life. It’s a battle of who lives and I’m tired of losing,” Shane choked. He runs his hand through his beautiful hair as his words hit me. He’s so fucking right. I’m so fucking tired of losing. “Shane!” Mavy wails as I take a step toward him.

"What if Shane did this on purpose? He used the same tactic to test you, back when he first had his amputation, didn't he?" Dawn's hands froze, and her body stiffened as Felix continued, "Surely you haven't forgotten, have you, Dawn? How many times has Shane plotted these suicidal stunts ever since he lost his leg?" Word by word, Felix forced Dawn to remember the days after Shane had his amputation. At first, Shane had repeatedly screamed that he wanted to kill himself. The worst instance occurred when she returned home to find Shane with his wrists slit, blood pooling across the floor. She was the one who had rushed him to the hospital and dragged him back from the brink of death.

“Replacing Dad is the only thing I want. Hershel threw a giant rock at my head this morning with that news story, and it almost ruined everything—” “But it didn't. It is just a little shake-up.” “It is a giant fucking mess, Shane.” “You can fix it easily.” I slam my hand down on the wooden desk super hard. “It makes me so mad that I have to perform tricks like a silly pup at a festival just to prove to those stuffy old wolves that I am strong enough to lead.”