's au journal
'A Monologue, An Introduction'
They call him a beast and banished him. They called me a beast and banished me as well. We're not friends, I'd rather skin his fur and create a sweater with it than live in exile with the horrid creature.
When the unbalanced familiarity upon my head attracts my attention, I'm reminded that, I too, am a horrid creature. Expelled into to the frigid winter, the cold that bites away at the skin, leaving cells to dry and crack into ravines on your body. I had no intention of survive. I wish for nothing but to rot away under the heavy tons of snow that thundered down each night.
But he wouldn't allow me to do so. Dragged me into the sharp air, when I was only a hair's breath away from release. All my attempts to permanently escape from reality proved to be no challenge for him. Every idea, every desperate grasp out rendered useless.
At night, when the world was asleep, I wished for nothing else but to banish the memories and the voices from my head. The people of my home and hearth, criticizing me. Blindling weighing the the fault of events under nobody's control onto me. Shamelessly—unregretfully.
In my worst moments, I turned to the creature in this harsh land. In my last moments, I wished to be saved once against. Shamelessly—unregretfully.
He really is a horrid creature.