User:Enchanter 101

The monster inside Everyone has a monster inside, mine is just more present than most. Run away I’m coming. I am writing this from a padded room in a mental facility, without a strait jacket as you can tell. ''Your blood warm and. It’s getting more aware. Splattered across the walls. ''The drugs must be wearing off. Tell your story, that’s all the time you get.



A simple warm spring night, a light drizzle, across the street another bar is filling up, the one I am in is fairly cheap but still has an exotic atmosphere. I come here often to relax after a long day of work. I was getting ready to go home, when my favorite song and my dance crew came walking in. I noticed they had picked up a new girl. Fate must have been against me at that moment. I walk over to them and we all start teaching the new girl to dance. After many failed attempts, she finally got the hang of it. By midnight we were exhausted but laughing. After I handed the new girl my number and said good bye to my crew I went home and got in bed, still smiling.



When I woke up I ate breakfast, then I received a phone call from ***** (I can’t tell you because even though she Is afraid of me now I will always keep her safe.) asking me if I could join her and the girls at the club tonight, I agreed because I had nothing to do. That night I meet up with them and the new girl, we had a blast.



My weeks pretty much keep up the same pattern. I started to notice subtle changes in the new girl. First her eyes got this reddish gleam, then her skin kept getting paler and paler. I noticed changes in myself too; I was grumpy and irritable with everyone but my dance crew and then only with the new girl around. I think I should have been suspicious by then, but no, I just kept hanging with them. I realize now that was my mistake. One week the new girl didn’t show up at all, that’s when my troubles started. I started to hear a voice in my head, then I was having blackouts.



Thinking it was just stress, I took a break from work. That didn’t work. One day I woke up in the middle of a blackout, plunging a knife into the neck of a woman about my age. It thinks it’s funny to make me suffer for what it did, Its idea of a joke.



The police came after the woman’s dying screams had diminished. I stood there covered in her sticky warm fresh blood, until they cuffed me and put me in the back of the car after taking my knife away. The ride, the trial, the sentence, was all a blur. I was in shock until the moment they put me in my new home, a small cell. I was there for about three weeks until I woke up from another blackout killing two men. After that I was put in a mental facility.



 The reason I am in a padded room is because I tried to strangle some mental patients. For a while the sedatives they gave me seemed to also sedate It. I’m back. But It became more aware after, I will hang over. It spilt Its first blood. You in your sleep. The more blood It spilt, the stronger It got. And carve a smile into your face, so you can smile at your nightmares, as they wreak havoc across the world. So many will die and I am sorry I can’t stop it but It has promised me peace if I let It take control. I may seem selfish but there is nothing I can do to stop It. ''That’s right sleep while you can because maybe the next time you wake, you might not. ''