This is real.

The shiver up my spine.

This is real.

The metal my face has ever so met.

This is real.

The warm blood trickling from my nose.

This is real.

The feeling of his grip against my throat.

This is real.

The unrelenting love I have for a monster.

This is real.

The words drip from my lips "He loves me, i swear."

This is real.

The vile words roar from his lungs.

This is real.

The things going on are just a phase.

This is real.

This is my fault.