I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
So the girl who died at her own hands rises again, possessed by evil. That evil uses her body, her unborn child, to birth something truly unholy into this world.
I was left with a sense of self-loathing after reading this, and the five minutes I just had to spend trying not to listen to laundry list of Things I Fuck Up did not help.
Needless to say, I won't be continuing this series today. I need another break.
And to find something that doesn't make me feel like I'd be better off dead.