The journey of the monster and the demon

We call them accidents, stop lying to yourself

When I was ten years old I always thought when i made a mistake it was my brain wandering off and me being a scatterbrain, at least that's what my 2nd grade teacher told me, and I eventually became comfortable to think of it as my reason to being the way I am, it was until In the middle of the year when I was in fight, we went at it as if we were boxers claiming the golden belt of glory over the school playground, I was fighting and throwing punches one after the other....I always thought it was me......but somehow I was always hearing someone say something, whispering to me.....I tried focusing on who or what that was, what they were saying, and why.....it wasn't until I came back to reality that I saw what they were telling me, I saw my opponent on the ground , struggling, hurting, choking, and who was choking him? I could barely   tell, I told myself for the rest of the day," You dumb scatterbrained idiot,why did you do that, you're a complete idiot, nothing more than waste of a human" I always thought I was saying that, that I was the one in control, that night I met Him...he had no face, no body, only arms cold and sharp as a razor out of the freezer, he had a smile as toxic as a fake friend,a-and his eyes....it didn't take a genius two seconds to know they saw right through you, his eyes were like shattered glass, only showing your reflection.....and after seeing him....I realized what it meant to be a monster.... the only question was, how long.....