Monster

prologue

The little boy looked out through the dirtied glass of the window, cradling his head between his limp, frail arms. Soft drops of rain sounded from outside, drowning the sobbing sounds wrangled from the little boy. He could feel the salty tears fall down his cheek, as a scream was choked out of his throat. His vision was tinged with a bloody, scarlet red that made his toes curl.

Tingles of fear ran slowly up his spine, waking up the hungry beast within him. He growled, as the beast took full control, consuming the boy in tongues of anger that flicked alarmingly at him. Darkness swarmed his vision in dotted specks, before they cleared, revealing the same red eyes as always. But something was different. The atmosphere of the room shifted as anger sparked inside of him.

As he lifted his head up, he saw a silhouette enter the room, before he heard the scared whisper of words, "Monster." Fury flowed thoroughly through his veins, engulfing his control and wrenching it from his own hands. And as he snapped back to control, fighting the raging creature inside of him, all he could see was the bloody, battered body of the man whom once lived.

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The little girl watched through the glass window, at the kids playing on the playground, only wishing that she could join them. Laughter filled her ears, the erratic sound seemingly emanating from her own head. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she couldn't identify the sudden feeling of sadness that overwhelmed her in large waves. Her heart clenched, dropping to her stomach as she felt a lump form in her throat.

Clutching her heart, her heartbeat only increased as she felt a sense of panic that began to frighten her. And as her control flickered back and forth like a broken light, she could only feel numbness engulfing her body. Tendrils of shadows appeared, the dark clouds wafting in the air around her. She turned the shiny, sharp object in her hands, looking at her tear streaked reflection in the blade.

As the shadows shrouded the rest of her vision, she blanched from the unrecognizable emotions that ran through her mind. Soft whispers flooded her sanity, taking away her control. Before she knew it, her control was ripped away from her and wrenched into the wrong hands. And as she snapped back into control, all she could see were the thin red blood lines on her wrist, as she stared back at them in horror.

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Do you remember, when you were a child, and would hide under the blankets to protect yourself from the monsters under the bed? As we grow older, wiser, we stop looking for them when we realize they're inside of us. Monsters are not under your bed, they're inside your head. Sometimes they remain dormant, but sometimes they can consume your thoughts, taking every bit of control you thought you had, and crushing it.

They were the voices in my head that wouldn't stop. They were the whispers in the lonely darkness. They were the cacophony that I could never get rid of. Maybe the beasts inside his head, inside her head, did just that. Maybe it was just her thoughts, that were currently engulfing her in a never ending abyss of darkness, taking every inch of her sanity and pulverizing it. She was going insane.

The thin thread of hope she held desperately between her calloused hands was gone. Who knew that one day, her life would be gone in the hands of what was living inside of her? The monster thrived within her, within him, and there was no way of getting rid of it.

"He'll break her. But she's going to love him anyway."

"She'll kill him. But he'll fall anyway."

She was the thunder and he was the lightning of the storm; and together, they were chaos. Oh, but how lovely it is when the rainbow forms after the storm.

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