The rage consumed me. It transformed into a mask that grew up straight from my collarbone. The darkness of the mask enveloped me and reformed me in its dark womb.

I do not remember breaking from the womb, to be born again as a monster, all I could think of was one phrase.

I loved you.

I LOVED you!

I FUCKING LOVED YOU!!

I FUCKING LOVED YOU, YOU DEMON WHORE!!!!!!!!

I screamed it out, I remember that. I remember crashing into her and holding her so close and so hard her bones snapped. I remember her blood and her heart passing through my jaws. I wish I didn't remember.

The lace of her dress was ripped and torn. She was ripped and torn. I had relished the fact that her heart now replaced the one she stole from me. Until I looked up.

There was my brother, shocked and in pain. He could see me I knew. He could see what I had become. He understood that his older brother, the brother that cared what happened to people, who would never ever hurt anyone ever, whom he looked up to, was gone. He knew I was gone forever to die within a monster.

He whispered, "You never left her. She killed you. She said you betrayed her for another woman and I believed her…"

Then he shook his head and glared at me," You're NOT Zikinoru. At least not anymore." He drew a gun from his pocket and said" I'm not a brother to a monster." I braced myself for the bullet to go through me to kill this vengeful beast.

The gun went off.

I flinched.

He fell.

I disappeared into limbo. It was the only way I wouldn't hurt anyone in my soulless suicide. The grief hit me faster than that bullet would have. If my brother hadn't shot himself.

I hated this monster that my tainted love had turned me into. I grasped the edges of the mask and pulled. I pulled it and pulled it and pulled it even when I felt the blood trickle down my face. I screamed at the pain and agony.

I finally stopped pulling and absent mindedly turned my head down. There was the hole love had given me. I could feel my heart disappearing and turning the hole deeper.

I reached in frantically. I didn't want my heart to disappear! I pulled as I pulled with my mask. I writhed in the air in agony. It was like no pain I've felt before. I grabbed with my other hand at anything within reach. Eventually I grabbed my mask.

I heard a tearing sound and the pain and anger faded. In one hand I held my mask, snapped off from the collarbone. In the other I held the hatred. It coiled darkly and sickeningly around my arm. It was too fast to catch before it met my face. It leaped onto my face and trickled down my face.

Then I fell to the ground. The impact hurt my whole body and I fainted. Before I fainted though I saw faces come into my vision. They were too blurry to see so I slipped into sleep.