I am not what she thinks I am, I am not a fairytale book. Not a prince nor a lover, but a beast, a cruel monster that will destroy her. I am sadistic and I am mad, but I am careful.
I will slither soundlessly around every corner watching and haunting her, unbeknownst to her she will not know that it is in fact me. She will pray before sleep at night that she could only live peacefully. But I will not grant her this one request, and as unimaginable as it seems, I will make her want to die. Want to be wordlessly murdered with the very knife that her mother gave her. Yet as satisfying as it would seem to be, it would not please myself fully. I want to watch her suffer, watch her very well being slip away into the folds of darkness, but only to return to life, in agony and sorrow. I want her to be mortified at the pain she put me through. Watch her beg, and plead, and fall down to her knees kissing my feet and pleading for me to stop. I will kill her in every way possible. In her sleep, in the day I will torture her relentlessly both physically and emotionally , and then one day when I am pleased with my sadistic needs I will at last take pity on her and kill her.
But is it possible? How could I become so unlovingly as of to do this to a normal girl? Ah yes, she is all but normal though, and I remember her too. I remember the quaking breaths she took as she slaughtered my brother, and since then I vowed to kill this girl.
What people don't understand about this girl is that she is a lie, in fact she is the lie. She believes that she can protect her friends from the disasters that I create. But instead of protecting her friends she only hurts them. She is the source of all the tragedys in this world, and in order for them to stop I must destroy her.