The Monster Inside Me
The world was burning.
And so was my thirst for human blood.
No, I'm not a vampire. No, I'm not a werewolf. In fact, I'm not any sort of mythical creature. It's just that killing runs through my blood, surging deep within me, through my veins and into my cold, black heart.
I am capable of murder.
A blow to the head. A shot to the chest. A knife to the stomach.
See, I'm just a simple teenage girl, who has an obsession with death.
May 13, 2012
So I'm kind of new to this. Mom said that writing my feelings down over the summer would help me or whatever. I guess I'm only writing to humor her.
She's actually sitting right next to me, pretending to type away on her laptop. But I can see her shooting glances towards me, And this diary.... actually, I think from now on I'll call it a journal. Anyways, she keeps peering over here. I think it's to make sure that I'm actually writing something, not just scribbling a bunch over the pages.
Mom seems pretty proud of herself for coming up with this idea, although I highly doubt it was her own. She probably Googled something along the lines of "how to help traumatized teens" or something along those lines. Then up pops a wikihow article, or even Yahoo! Answers that says, "Give them a diary. It helps to put all the feelings down on paper."
Whatever. I honestly don't think that this helps. But I might as well do it, because what do I have to lose?
Back to my whole naming of the diary... I really hate that word. It's so girly and weird. And opening these...entries, I guess, with "Dear Journal" sounds really weird. So what's a good person-name that sounds like "Journal"?
Alright, so maybe not all of those sound like "Journal". But hey, I got the first letter right, didn't I? That's gotta count for something.
I do like Jordan though, It's sort of a duo gender type thing.
Something tells me that "Duo Gender" isn't the right word, but whatever.
So, Journal/Diary, your new name is Jordan.
I really don't know what to write. Mom says this'll help, but what can it really do? I already know what happened so why should I get hand cramps over re-living it?
Awesome, she's going into the kitchen. I guess that means I can stop writing now. Talk to you later, Jordan.