I'm drowning. Simple huh? Right there in the title. I'm also afraid. I don't think I'm afraid of what they'll say so much as... I'm afraid of what I'll say. I'm afraid of this monster that lives in my head. It's like.... a dragon. No not a dragon. Those are simply mythical animals with a purpose. They aren't evil and never were. They eat young maidens because it's their nature to do so. No. This thing in me is no dragon. It's a thing past an animal. It is evil. It's a part of me that was never let out. A part of me that I have stifled my whole life, but with every word and strike of the hand it grew. It keeps growing. I need to learn control. Constant control. I must constantly keep myself in check or this monster will swallow me and everyone around me. It could kill and it would without a moments hesitation. My monster is quick, concise, and thorough. It won't leave witnesses. It won't give you a moment to scream. It will destroy everyone before they know what's happening. The blink of an eye, a moment of anger or rage is all it would take. Then the beast would rise and take control again. I can't keep letting things go, but I can't let the monster take care of it. I have to find a balance to it. A way to show them... No one knows about the monster. What would they think if they did?