The sand is hot under my red boots as I trudge behind her. Tears stream down my face. The same words repeat over and over in my head. Monster. Monster. That's all she is.
She used to be fine. Back in the old days. We had fun, we helped people. But she got tired of the same old thing and realized that she had to stop the repetition.
She started killing, it started off small, but it got bigger and bigger. Now she's killing everyone she knows. But she's saving me for last
