And in that dark corner, she got to be herself. For just one moment.

She is coming back to haunt me. I know so. I feel so. She is beckoning to me. Calling me. Pulling me. And no matter how much resistance I put up, I just can't seem to stop it. I just get pulled in further, and further, nearer, and nearer towards her hands. Faster, each time I yelled. More and more painful, each time I struggled. The other is just standing at the other side, standing helplessly, watching me getting pulled away by that monster.


That monster that I created. That monster, also known as me.