So a monster I will be

"Tell me, what would you do if you had to lose everything?
Would you go mad?
Would you crumbled down, crushed by your immense guilt?
Or would you ran down like a vengeful predator in search for its prey, not once caring on whom it steps over, even if they are innocents.

Tell me, girl, are you ready to become the monster you are chasing?

It was already too late when I learned, too late when I understood how much the world was cruel and unforgiving. Too late when I realized I had forgotten the few rules to follow.

Rule number one: never trust strangers, for you don't know who is behind the mask.

Rule number two: never trust kind words, because behind every sweet smile a lie is hiding.

Rule number three: never take anything for granted, for life is a thief, and every thief likes to steal.

But now it was too late, and they were completely useless, lying forgotten under the broken desk, stained with tears and shattered glass.

Now the only rule I can follow is the rules rage dictates, made of blood and cold red eyes, where everything is allowed, and where monsters find power.

Now, there is only one thing I desire, only one thing I crave with the last pieces of my stone-cold heart and beaten body.

To carry out my promise, the last one I will make.

I will find you.

I will kill you.

I will have my revenge over your dead broken bodies.

And if I have to become a monster to do so?

Well, so a monster I will be.