Monster Scars

♣     Like blood is to Vampire, and killer is to murder... I am the suicide and I don't belong. I dream of death as riding on an angel with broken wings. Her crimson hair flowing in the wind.... carried by the smell of rotted strawberries. *Death is the only way out* I think to myself, as she descends further into the vast abyss, I turn to see what was left of my life, yet there is nothing. She bucks me off her back and all I see are fangs.. fangs and claws. She has thrown me into a pit of monsters... the one woman I thought could save me tossed me to my death? This is not the way my ending is suppose to be! They claw at my wrists, bleeding all of my dreams I once had away. The broken trusts resurfaces as I see her turn and walk away from the pit. My happiness I once had (if I ever did) fades into darkness as my tears smear the monster filled pit into a smudge in my history. My alarm goes off and I wake up in my bed. The truth is it was just a dream... but the scars the monsters left on my wrists are real.1