It happened in an instant. My face paled, hands shook, and heart raced. I gazed at the messy sight before me, a strange scent permeating my nostrils and a silence only interrupted by my quickened breaths.

Finally my eyes could move, they traveled downward at the artwork covering my hands, a Jackson Pollock splatter of color, only one though.

I hadn’t the ability to think, my body acted in a way as if showing me what I had done, and only one word escaped my lips. “Bye.”

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

The sight of me must’ve been a peculiar one. The body of someone I once knew, once loved, had laid below me. Torn to pieces at my hand. Yet, my words were not for them. They were for me.

Bye, to the boy I once knew. Bye, to the boy I once loved. Bye, to the purity my parents hoped to instill in me. I was but another manifestation of the world. A human. A Monster.

And it felt so good.