They won't stop—
they just keep coming.
Why won't they stop?
Just leave her alone.
That poor woman…
leave her alone.
Who is she?
Guarded, she is—
undergoing surgery.
Fragile.
Frail.
The scary monsters
won't stop.
Sharp, long teeth.
Gutting out hair
everywhere.
Unhuman eyes.
I t-try…
try to look away.
They watch the woman,
their eyes glued.
They're smiling—
like she's
the sweetest fruit.
Pick up the scalpels.
I don't want to.
Took just two.
CUT
Slash
GUT
There are too many of them—
but I am a puppet.
I cut
and slash
without wanting.
Red skies pour in
as more and more
crowd in.
They won't stop.
Those scary monsters.
As I cut
and slash,
chips of my heart fall.
Fall they will—
just as
my soul falls...
into an abyss.
My eyes—warped.
My hair—unkempt,
growing longer…
longer.
I smile—
my teeth growing.
People…
can't…
the people…
small—
weak.
Frowning…
Sad…
Can't see
the scary monsters
anymore.
That sad woman—
gone.
Alone…
defending none.
M-mom…..
M-MOM?!?
…who am I?
Broke scalpels…
still smiling.
I am the scary monster
CLICK
BANG
THUD.