Monster (Part 2) Monster P.O.V

All of the sudden, the monster grabs his throat from beneath him. His hand is so tight around his throat, sound is impossible to escape; let alone air. A tear rolls down the side of his face, replacing a scream. “Is tonight the night I die?” He thinks to himself. “I hate you!” His thoughts were immediately corrupted by the thoughts of someone else; “I deserve a second chance.”

I’m sorry for not being there. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused. Sadly, I’m not sorry for bleeding at all. At one point, I did felt everything should have been my fault. However, I refuse to apologize for becoming a monster. The more I apologize, the more I feel weak. I know avoiding how I feel will only lead to confusion. Then, convincing myself I’m not a monster will only blind me of what and who I really am. The darkest secret is the one that speaks of a confession. It’s no secret I allow sorrow as a struggle within love, and how pain is the only thickness within my blood. Sadly out of anger, I created nothing but an enemy of my creation. When looking at myself, I see the amount of pain through my eyes. Still, I pay attention to a punishment labeled “Pay the price.”

                “I know… You’re struggling between good and evil.” The boys’ thoughts continue, noticing he’s not focusing on his thoughts completely any more. Maybe if he can get the monster to speak more, he’ll have to let him go. The monster no longer spoke. Instead, he grunts and releases his grip on the boys throat.