Just something I thought of. It's a little like my Bonnie and Damon Monster fanfic. I hope you like it!
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Taylor's P.O.V
Whatever I was doing I knew I was doing it for some reason. I didn't know why I was here. I just knew I had to be. Watching the waves crash never made me feel like a bad person, but I knew I was. I knew it because I've watched so many things happen that no one should.
That was why I was here. Because here nothing ever accused me of anything. Nothing ever seemed to make me dizzy or sick. It took my twisted mind and let that go. It didn't care that I deserved what I was feeling. It just had the silent waves that swallowed all the guilt I ever had. Swallowed everything that made me the person I felt.
But I was okay with that. I didn't mind as much as I thought I would. It felt good. Just to know that there was one place that didn't care. Didn't care about any of my wrong faults. But I knew I would have to snap out of my fairytale sometimes.
I knew it because fairytales aren't real. They revolve around perfect things and a fairytale always has a happy ending. I never have. Maybe it was because monsters in fairytales were vampires and witches and not the things under your bed, or in your closet.
But, I never really believed in monsters. Only in the scary things that drown you with the pain you felt. So I guess you could say that's almost like a monster. But I know it's not. Because a monster is different. Monsters don't want to hurt people. People think they do though. So, I guess you could say, I was a monster, but I don't have a magic broomstick, and I don't have claws, and I don't have fangs. But I am and I know that. And that is okay.
I never should have been like this. I won't blame anyone though, because it wasn't their fault. It was mine. I turned myself into a monster that only cared about herself. I was known as the rich girl that everyone hated. And now I'm left on an island with 7 people who are trying to find their way back home. I don't have the strength to help them though. I'm as strong as I should be, but people think I am.
So I don't want to be stuck on this stupid island, but I am. I'm stuck on it with people that think I'm a monster. But I'm not a witch or a vampire, and I don't hide in closets or under beds. The only place I hide is on this beach. The waves have never accused me of doing something wrong, and it took my twisted mind and let it go. Whatever I was doing here I knew I was doing it for some reason. I didn't know why, but I had to. I know I'm not a bad person but they all think I am.
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