My mother always reassured me as a child that there were no monsters under the bed. But what she didn’t tell me was that the monster came from elsewhere. Every now and then I think about her. Was she also a monster? A person with a loving smile and a rotting heart? I try not to think about it now. Now that I'm no longer around, maybe everyone can be happy. Maybe if Jane and I had gone before the monsters came out to play, they wouldn't have ever found a game. I coil never trust another living soul. I found out the hard way that everyone is two-faced in their own way. Maybe I too had a part to play in this terrible game they played. Or maybe I was the monster that I feared all along, but I most definitely wasn’t the worst that was to come. I will admit that I was the one who set the monsters free but I do promise to send them back to hell from whence they came. Maybe then I will have redeemed myself for my past sins and wipe the slate clean. Or at least wash the blood of the fallen off of my hands. No fear, no nightmare, no past experience could have ever prepared me for the hell I'd have to live through just to get back the life I once ran away from. But soon I'd know that there is no going back. How can you go back to something that no longer exists?