Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves
Love can be a dangerous thing....
Hanna simply wants to be loved. With a head plagued by hallucinations, a medicine cabinet full of pills, and a closet stuffed with frilly, violet dresses, Hanna's tired of being the outcast, the weird girl, the freak. So she runs away to Portero, Texas in search of a new home.
But Portero is a stranger town than Hanna expects. As she tries to make a place for herself, she discovers dark secrets that would terrify any normal soul. Good thing for Hanna, she's far from normal. As this crazy girl meets an even crazier town, only two things are certain: Anything can happen and no one is safe.
“Whose blood is that?”
tell her, Poppa encouraged. I guarantee she won’t care.
”It’s Aunt Ulla’s blood.” I said. “I hit her on the head with a rolling pin.”
I risked another glance into her face. Nothing.
”And?” Rosalee prompted.
did she want details?
”Aunt Ulla’s blood spurted everywhere, onto my dress, into my eyes.” I blinked hard in remembrance. “It burned.” I fingered the smidges at my waist. “I thought I’d cleaned myself up, but apparently—“
”Hanna.” Dispite her apathy, Rosalee addressed me with an undue amount of care, as though I were a rabid dog she didn’t want to spook. “Did you kill your aunt?”
I ate the last bit of grilled cheese. I liked the grease from my fingers. “Probably.”