My Deal With the Devil

My Monster - Trigger Warning

Dear diary, 

Nearly everyone in their lifetime was afraid of something. Anything. 

Some people feared more than others; some feared heights, spiders, the Boogeyman, clowns, etc. 

I had but only one fear, and as I grew, it was referred to as my Monster. 

It was tall and burly, the kind of monster that if you saw it anywhere else, you'd immediately realize it was bad news. Its only weapons were its words and anything nearby that could be used to cause pain.

At first, it wasn't my Monster. It was nice, caring, gentle; it couldn't harm a fly. But one day, something changed. Maybe it was the fact I was getting older, or it was the fact that I feared nothing up until the ripe old age of six. Everyone feared the monsters under their bed or the dark shadows in their closet. 

I embraced them. I knew they were harmless. They were my friends until they were replaced with something that caused more fear than the Devil himself. 

My room was my safe haven for the longest time. It helped me find new ways to hide from my Monster; under the bed, in the closet, in the corner, anywhere my Monster couldn't find me. Turns out, it was a good hunter. It knew all of my hiding spots. 

The bruises were the worst. Always made where people wouldn't see them; on my ribs, my stomach, my thighs, anywhere that could be covered with clothing. It tried using glass before to cut me but I guess it didn't find the same satisfaction as a well-placed fist or a metal baseball bat. 

Now, I'm an adult, I no longer fear my Monster. It knows that it won the battle against my will.

I've just returned from the store, hoping what I've bought can help me win the final battle against my Monster. Rope. With some carefully placed knots and some fancy ropework, I've placed my weapon in a strategic area of the house, knowing it will be affected by it.

With the final touches to my weapon, I must now say goodbye. This will be the last entry in this diary. 

To whomever reads this, your monsters are not stronger than you. I wish I would've realized that sooner. 

So this is it. My Monster's almost in here. I have to get ready. 

Goodbye diary. 

Heard in the outside world:

"Hello Papa, I wanted to show you something. It's a new trick I learned. Watch closely."

The sound of rope stretching from a heavy weight is heard, small gurgling noises from the one with the rope and a small gasp from the second person in the room. 

Newspaper article featuring the events that took place on the day of April 27, 2009:

Obituaries:

[name redacted]

19

Suicide

[name redacted] was found by her father, [name redacted], on an early Monday morning. It seems she had hung herself from a support beam in her own home. No word yet on the reason why; no suicide note has been found. An investigation is to begin following the autopsy. No foul play is suspected. 

One final note was found in her room:

"My monster was my father."

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Hey guys! So you just read through this monstrosity? This is a work of pure fiction; I am a happy little bean. Do not concern. :)

-Nyxus