A/N: Another Second place winner!

Monster

She does not need to know. She has no need to delve into my past, the things I've done. She says it's important, she wants to know. She says I should let her in, it will make everything better.

She does not understand. I cannot. If she saw, if she knew, she'd disappear and never look back.

I won't let her know about the blood that had dripped from my hands, the screams as I ripped young lives apart. Perhaps she would simply say it was not my fault, that I was defending myself, but not if she knew.

She does not need to know about how I hunted them down. How I enjoyed their blood between my fingers. How I slaughter them like cattle for what they did to my mother.

She does not need to know the monster that haunts her steps and guards her sleep.