Blood. My blood is the only thing I'm sure of anymore. I should have listened when they told me to keep quiet. My mouth is what got me into this, and now there's no way to talk myself out of the trap I forged with my own words. My family will suffer. And it's my fault. The only reason I can bare to look at myself is because of the crimson blood drooling from my mouth. A beacon of what I am. Letting me know that I am alive. The only thing keeping me from becoming a monster through and through is my boiling human Blood.All Rights Reserved
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