There is a villain in every story, the wicked witch of the west, a wicked witch of the east. The evil step mother/sisters, a monster, a beast. What does the villain in this story look like? Some may ask. Well it's different than any other story you have ever read before. She doesn't have a black cape, a witches' broom or a big scary mask. My villain is kind of hard to see, she has a really good disguise. She looks a lot like me. "Monster, monster inside of me tell me tell me what you see rip me apart tear me to shreds make me prisoner inside my own head." I whisper to myself with tears streaming down my face and a blade carving my wrists. "Tell me what I am and what I am not. Tell me what I need and tell me what I got, you bring out my scars, my sadness, fears and aggression you cause me envy and leave me with depression." I continue to cut my wrists and thighs. "Deeper, deeper" the monster in my head says as I cut deeper. "Dawn, are you still awake?" my mom says from outside the door. I don't answer I just hide my face in my tear stained pillow to muffle the sound of my cries.
