The Beast Within.

She hears the screams in her dreams again. Only this time she is not dreaming. The deep dark truth of the deeds she has performed tonight presses down upon her chest and cuts her breath short. The blood stains her skin even though she is the only one who can see it.1

The beast awakens again. Her lust for the blood of the young rises. The hunt begins again. The thirst burns in her throat. Yearning for the screams of her young victims. Feeding off of their fear.2

She can never get clean. The blood is always there though no one else sees it. She can smell it, feel it, almost taste it. Taking another shower. 'Just one more and I'll be clean. Damn, it's not coming off, I can still see it. Why won't it come off?'3

Another night, another child lost. So much death, innocence lost and lives ripped apart. 'Why? Why can't i stop killing? Why do I yearn for the blood of the innocent? Why must I be the boogieman that all parents warn their children about?' 4

She stares out her window and waits for night to fall. She can already feel the hunger rising. She can hear the screams of her past victims echo in her head, can feel their pain, can taste their fear. 'Not tonight. I will not kill another.'5

She runs to the bathroom and tears through her medicine cabinet until she finds the way to end her pathetic life. She returns to her bedroom, razor blade in hand. The first raindrops fall as the blade pierces her skin. Violent red against her creamy white flesh. A smile twists her lips as she breaths her last breath.6