My Sweet Despair

Sometimes, I become in denial about the events that occurred that night, like it never really happened. But it did.

Sometimes, the paranoia, the fear of every person I come in contact with, becomes suffocating.

Sometimes, I hate myself just because I have no one left.

Sometimes, I just want to join my family, wherever they are.

And sometimes, I get the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, that he's still out there.

Hunting me down, craving to finish what he started.

(Sequel to 'My Monster')