The Hunger Beneath My Skin

​I was never born normal.

There was always something dark living inside me-something violent, starving, and impossible to control. While others feared monsters, I slowly became one.

The hunger only grew stronger with time.

Blood fascinates me.
The scent of it.
The warmth of it.
The beautiful silence that comes after someone takes their final breath beneath my hands.

And when I lose control, I don't just kill-

I destroy.

For a moment, the chaos inside me finally disappears. But satisfaction never lasts, because no matter how much blood I spill...

I always crave more.

Sometimes, I wonder if I was born human at all... or if I was destined to become a monster from the very beginning.