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I flinched. The room spun, and everything turned red. Red like roses, and I was sitting in blood, sticky blood, that was filling the room, windows overflowing, door slamming. I couldn’t move, and everything seemed angry, everything…. HELP.


I awoke shivering and in terror. What was that? How could my mind dream up such horrors? I stood, and even though it was around midnight, I still went down stairs. Rummaging through the kitchen, I looked for food. I couldn’t explain why but… that dream… I shivered.






The next morning, I woke up again. Everything was red. I jumped up, scared out of my mind. Why was it red? Another of those dreams?


I ran out of the house, finding my favorite place. Normally the trees swayed around the bright mossy green meadow. The stream next to it was peaceful and bubbly, making such a pleasant sound. It was the most relaxing place. But it looked different, stained in red, stained in blood. The trees were no longer quiet and strong, but rotting, and they swayed to every whim of the winds force. The babbling brook was now a blood stream, one of power and evil. I screamed out the pain, my legs collapsing underneath me, and even the moss beneath me felt as hard and cold as stone.


Chaos ruled me, and I could feel it deep within me, as if it’s a part of me. It was… my heart was dissolving into the black, and the blood red of my sight was leading me to believe that it was always like that…. It was supposed to be that way… the blood was natural…


I flinched and felt around in the moss for the knife I had hidden. It was a beautiful pocket knife, the hilt made of bone of some sort, the aqua colored gem within gleamed beautifully. It was a traditional knife, not like modern knifes, made solely for cutting rope.


I griped it. It had changed. It was now red, and the bone felt natural to hold, the gem now a bloody red, a Pearl of Death. Then I felt it. I laughed, and the small terrified me within was destroyed. THIS was me… and I smiled, accepting my new self.






I avoided home, moving toward the city. The one who caused this… ah, yes. She would pay.


She was the one who I had loved. I flinched thinking that. She was so evil… a small part of me still loved her, but that was so painful… If she was gone it would be all better… I smiled, an evil grin of murder. But something was wrong. I somehow knew that wouldn’t help.


I finally reached her house, climbing easily through her window, now red. It seemed to foretell her death.


I found her sleeping peacefully in her bed, her blond hair slung over her shoulder, and her blue eyes asleep. I raised the once blue knife above my head. I would strike her where she struck me. The Heart.


But I stopped. I couldn’t do it… could I? I tried again, once more raising my knife above my head. I rested the knife by her heart.


“I… I’m a monster.” I whispered to her. I was crying, and the knife fell, stabbing where it hurt most. Her eyes popped open, and she let out a strangled cry.


“W-what…” but she was dead before she finished, her beautiful blue eyes fading, her golden hair, falling.


I looked up, and laughed. Love would no longer bother me… I grinned,


“I must confess…I feel like a MoNsTeR!” and threw my head back, in an evil laugh of rage.