The Monster Part 4

War! as i throw a punch at the wall I realize something is wrong he is awake i struggle against him i punch another wall as he gains control again and then i remembered one of the first times. It was third grade Jazmine in fourth grade on the playground like a normal day i was aggrivated and i was being annoyed. everything went dark as if the sun was set I saw red everywhere until i released i released it all a fury a fury upon a person who did not deserve Jazmine she hit the floor the ground, the mulch I hit her I regretted it I hated it I hated myself for it I realized I could not let it happen again I will not let it happen again I decided The knife the cool sharpened blade The sharpened tip as it slashes I feel relief I cut him away I cut him to peace but the blood trickles down my arm as a scarred memory This is my chance for now he is weakened