Ive never been one to tell my story for pity. I don't want to be stared at in awe. I tell it to warn you. He's out there. He hunts people. He made me watch. He wants me. He wants more.
He lurks in the deepest parts of my mind, taunting me with his bloodlust. His thirst to rip through people's flesh and hear them scream, begging him to stop to let them live another is most unsettling. He wasn't always there... he didn't always invade my once cheerful dreams.