• It was dark.
    Of course it was.... I could never sleep through the night, I had gotten over the fuss by now though. I could easily lie to them, telling them it was ok, telling them I was fine.
    But that was lie, and it was a terrible lie, with terrible consequences.
    It was a cover up, to distract them from the real inner workings within.
    They didn't know.
    I wouldnt tell them.
    I was a monster.
    I turned in bed... the rattling of the rickety old matress echoed around the dark white room.
    I heard foot steps in the hall... then I heard my name..
    I tried to listen.. but then I blacked out, What did it matter?
    My eyes scanned the room... They zoomed in on the window...
    No, I told myself. I would not try to run. I would face this thing inside me .. the ravaging, tearing beast, clawing itself into my heart, and ripping.... But that's not what hurt the worst, .... knowing that it would make me kill the ones I loved.... did.
    But.... maybe I wouldnt feel so bad... maybe when it was all said and done.. when I had been caught and sentenced to death... maybe then i would be free.
    I chuckled to myself...I didnt desever the death penelaty.. not even that.
    So that was it... even if i fought hard.. even if i tried to stop it.. my efforts would amount to nothing when i finally murdered the last of my dear ones..
    I would lose.
    It would win.
    As i yhought about my sick strange reasonings.. I could have sworn I heard the monster inside me laugh.....