Unleashing

Life before the monster was good.

Life after the monster was great… at least for a little while.

Now I am the monster, taken over by the horror of my secrets. The hidden things have changed the glow of life into a blinding bright light, unbearable.

My vengeance is not sweet, nor my wrath pleasurable to the unquenchable thirst for more… more… more.

My hands flutter, the agony writhing, twisting the bones in my fingers; my wrists lock, the monster has grabbed them.

My tongue flicks across my teeth, the monster wants to taste blood. "We are thirsty, give us a drink." the monster cries.

My eyes grow wide in terror as the monster speaks its wish.

This monster hides behind the sweet name of Emilee.