The Monster they Made 2.0

The words started to slow to a snail's pace after getting nearer to the final pages...

I fought the swelling pain that constantly started to worsen the further I went….

Tears started to consume my vision until I begin to fall apart; I’ve always told myself that all of this would have gotten easier as time went along and the blood I’ve spilt would wash away…

But that was something I would tell myself to keep the pieces together through this whole ordeal….

So many have died by my hands to the point I could fill a small pond…

I never wanted it to come to this, but she always kept pushing me to the edge until one day I snapped….

Once a tortured sufferer enduring horrors…

ㅡI clawed, I endured, until at the end of it all I saw something corruptedㅡ

This corruption offered me a hand when no other would…

It brought me into the darkness, morphed me, taught me….

But at the end I’ve grown into a monster…

It was always mine…

My choice…

My responsibility…

My evil

Putting the ink quill down I closed the leather worn journal in which harvard my journey, my sins, and my life story into insanity. Patting the journal I shed my final tear before placing it into a box, then burying away my history for another to stumble upon. For I wished to be remembered in someway upon this world not of my own.

Saying my finally goodbyes I picked up my equipment then headed out for my finally moments in this world.

Celestia...