Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

They say, we are all meant to live. They say, we only die once. They say, love blinds. They say, love heals. 

Who are 'they'?

Whoever 'they' are, I would say that 'they' lied. Except for the 'love blinds' thing. That is true.

So why do we only die once? I like to think we live once, but from the hell I have walked through, I could say that I have already died. I could say from experience that, once you die, taking another's life is easier. No regret, no guilt.

Now you must be thinking that I'm a monster. Well not really. I am the monster this world wanted me to be. Now you're thinking that, how does the world turn people into a monster. Well here's an easy answer. Be completely rejected from the world then tell me why your a monster.

Monster, not in the terms,  fading skin, bald head, creepy fingers that have long nails and a face that can scare Chuck Norris. Na, not that kind of monster.