I don't know how it happened.
Don't ask me what happened, don't ask me what I did, don't even talk to me. Because I know, you'll never understand. That you would never be able to comprehend what took place that evening. In the woods.
You'll never understand what the feeling of hands creeping and closing around your throat feels like. Or the shock when you realize that there were no hands there at all. Or the absolute terror you feel as it comes closer. The large shape covering you in shadows.
You'll never understand how it feels to go from being the predator, to being virtually grass. If the grass was covered in blood and torn up, piece by mind numbing piece. How painful it was when they crept into your space, claws violating your very being. How painful when you finally realized that, even after everything you've gone through, you still couldn't rest. Because they wouldn't let you sleep, you weren't allowed even a moment of peace.
You won't know how it felt to have everything taken and given to you at once. To see your fantasy as a child, suddenly growing into a dark and dangerous nightmare.
So no. I can't tell you what happened. Because I myself, am not capable of telling the tale once more. But if you look into my eyes, you'll see for yourself.
I will never tell.
