Next Year's Girl…
You wanted him dead, you NEEDED him dead. You thought you laughed when you drew the knife through his flesh and stole his last breath. It was a cry Faith. You were lost in your past and you punched the knife into the demon's heart, over and over and over and over and…
To you, the dirty beast represented everything evil and bad. Not your mother, not your watcher, not the ones who gave up on you, nor the abusers or the rapists.
The dirty beast represented you.