I guess this is part 2 to the man in gold since it involves my fear...losing control of myself.
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My fear started around my teenage years, after the death of my girlfriend, Isabella. I met someone in the park that said she could help me with my depression. I needed help and I wasn't thinking at the time. You could say that I sold my soul to the devil in shape of a psychopathic woman with blue tipped hair.
After leaving her when she pulled the last straw, I began having nightmares of her becoming a giant and controlling me like a puppet, making me want to hurt people. After finding out that she died in car accident, it feels like the grim reaper himself cut my strings for me.
I finally feel free from her and it helped me relax for a while until the man in gold showed up in my nightmares. That's all I can say here, hope you enjoy reading this!
Which is worse, the devil you recognize or the devil you barely know?
