Help, I can not breathe. I am trapped and no one can hear me. No one can see me.
I am invisible.
He calls for me, as I long for him. My Monster, he will save me. He will hear me, make me feel again. He always tells me he is what I need; he is what I need to live.
But I can not have him. No, not yet. I must wait. No one can know.
All I do is wait, for him. Everyday is spent the same, waiting. Everyday, every hour, every minute, every second, waiting until I can again.
My Monster met me 55 minutes ago, I told him I would not see him before 90. That’s my limit. My Monster can not control me; I control him.
45 Minutes until I can see My Monster again.
45 minutes of waiting, of agony. Why can’t I see him sooner? No, I promised myself I would wait. But, everything reminds me of him; I can hear him whispering to me.
It’s been 65 minutes since I last saw my Monster, and I can no longer wait. My Monster’s calling me.
‘“Run,” he says to me. “The sooner the better.” I cannot draw attention to myself--no one must know him. He is mine.
I’m alone.
It’s just me and my Monster. He screams as I reach for him, wailing as I pick him up. He tells me he is the only kind of love I will ever find; he is the only happiness there is. So I let my Monster consume me.
And just like that, he takes white and paints red.
It’s been a minute now.
Those who have faced a monster know all to well the daily struggle living with, and without him. Those who have not, simply do not understand.
The Monster is a parasite; an invisible creature slowly consuming it’s inhabitants life from the inside out. He disguises himself. He comes into a person’s life, thought first as an acquaintance--someone you met once and never kept communication with.
But, he decides to move in instantly.
He fills our homes with himself; he wraps himself in the sheets we lie on. He watches us, waits for us, until we cry for him again. He know we will. He watches us wake, and begs for us in our sleep.
He transforms us, loosing everything we once knew. Happiness, sadness, everything is gone.
As the Monster breathes out, we breathe in.
We are no longer ourselves, the Monster has consumed us.
The Monster's we've experienced are all different, but very much the same. Every Monster has the same voice.
Addiction.
