V. Strange name, don't you think? In my eyes, it's a terrifying name. Only accidents and pain followed it. The only cause of tears in my life is that person. I've never met him. I've only heard stories. But that's enough to make me never want to come in contact with the supposed monster. I've stayed up until the wee hours of the morning huddled on my bed in case he decided to pay me a visit. But I've never caught him. The only way I know he'd come by is the sudden wreckage of my room I find in the morning and thin, red scars lining my wrists.