Once I made my monsters die. I’ve killed them all one night, I’ve killed them over one thousand times with over one thousand different methods, causing them over one thousand types of pain, yet they came back every time, over and over again until it suddenly stopped. At first I thought that I had finally managed to kill them, that they had finally grown tired of uselessly spawning over and over again and that they finally decided to remain dead or lacked to power to revive themselves.
I looked at their lifeless bodies as they were slowly disappearing and I said to myself: “I did it!”. As the morning sun’s light was entering my room, I smiled. I smiled for the first time in ages and I was happy, truly happy. No more pain, no more screams, no more nights spent crying, no more sadness, no more nothing. The monsters that once haunted me were gone and I was the one who killed them, using over one thousand different methods and causing them over one thousand types of pain.
I was free. I spent that day smiling and being careless, while I was doing optimistic future plans. I thought that I was finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel but God… how wrong was I…
Ever since I can remember there were monsters haunting me. At first there were only a few but as time passed by, their numbers grew, bringing with them more and more pain, sorrow, bitterness and tears. My luck was that they were only coming during the night. I still don’t know how I overlooked that…
Once I made my monsters die. I’ve killed over one thousand times, with over one thousand methods, causing them over one thousand types of different pain but I’ve only managed to show them over one thousand new methods to torture me because the only reason they had previously disappeared was because morning came.
I learned a valuable lesson back then. You cannot kill your monsters and fighting them will only make them stronger. After killing them over one thousand times with over one thousand different methods and causing them over one thousand types of pain, they became so resistant that now they come to haunt me during the day too. They aren’t afraid of the sun’s light anymore.
Once I thought I could make my monsters die. How foolish of me… If I were that strong I wouldn’t have monsters haunting me in the first place.



4 Responses to “Once I made my monsters die”

  1. Delilah Says:

    nu-i adevarat..fiecare isi are scheletele din dulap,insa pentru majoritatea dulapul ramane inchis pentru ca nu mai prezinta interes,este ceva peste care s-a trecut,care exista si care nu este deschis frecvent…asa ar trebui sa faci si tu….sa lasi monstruletzii sa se manance intre ei si sa te accepti cu toate.

  2. Cedik Says:

    Eu nu vorbeam de monstrii de sub sau din dulap…

  3. Delilah Says:

    bine Bog…acesti “monstrii” sub forma de personalitate pe limbaj comun trec ca si scheletele din dulap

  4. Cedik Says:

    Stiu… am inteles din start ce ai vrut sa spui… Dar lasand la o parte faptul ca nu la asa ceva ma refeream. Nu zic neaparat ca nu ai inteles tu doar ca acest text este inspirat dintr-o melodie si lucrul asta a influentat oarecum mesajul transmis

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