Title: Monster
Rating: PG-13?
POV: Diana
Characters: Diana, Dan.

A/N: Written really quickly, be nice. 3

In the shadows there is a monster waiting to grip at your wrists and claw at your back, waiting to pull you into the darkness. This creature of the night crawls around the floors, sneaking and slithering through crevices in the walls. I always hear its voice whispering through my head, telling me to do awful things, commanding me to listen. It has an evil tone, hissing and spitting, filling me with anger and dread. Nobody else can hear it, I know it's only attracted to a psychotic mind – to my mind. It's made up, says the doctors, it can't hurt you and you can't let it control you.

But I'm weak, and I always give in.

The voice is loud, slamming against my skull and rushing through my head. I become dizzy from the force of it, the strength of it. Everybody is asleep; I'm alone in the dark bathroom with only the sink light to keep me company. It's loud in my head; it has been all night, even the freezing cold tiles beneath my bare legs won't calm the sounds.

Do it.

"No." I whisper, shaking my head and curling my knees to my chest.

It's the only escape, you know that. Just do it and you can be with him forever.

"He's gone…I have to accept that." I repeat what the therapist told me, forgetting that this particular monster can hear my thoughts. It's inside my head.

Don't you love him? He loves you…he misses you. Be with him.

"Leave me alone…" I groan, standing to face my reflection in the mirror. It's a horrifying sight, flat hair and a pale face. I look exhausted and upset, tears are streaming down my face and I'm not entirely surprised that I didn't notice them earlier. Crying comes often for me; it has become an everyday thing.

Never. You know I will never leave you alone. I will never leave you alone. Never. Never…

The voice echoes through my head, louder and louder. It will never end. I become filled with rage, slamming my fist against the mirror in response, recoiling in pain as the glass shatters and slices my palm. Somebody crashes down the stairs almost immediately and calls for me.

"It's fine, I'm fine. Really." I plead, trying to hide my hand as Dan appears in the doorway.

"Fuck, Diana. What did you do?" He whispers, furrowing his brow at the sight of the glass strewn across the sink and floor. "You're hurt."

"No, I'm really fine." He grasps at my hand, barely flinching at my attempt to pull away.

"You are not." His tone is disapproving.

"Dan." I murmur, watching as he gathers items to clean the wound. "Dan, look at me." When he does, I'm overwhelmed by the silence in my head. "It's happening again. It's telling me to kill myself; you don't know how that feels." I don't understand why I'm trying to explain the situation, a part of me is sure he doesn't care.

"I do." I look at him in shock, forgetting what I had originally said and momentarily fearing he had heard my thoughts.

"What?"

"Diana. You push me to do it every day. Only, my suicide would be leaving you all alone, helpless."

"That can't be true." I feel the pang of guilt strike my heart at his sad words.

"Why not? Nobody can feel pain like you? I'm not mentally ill but I'm in love with a woman who hates seeing me, who hates every second that she's with me and who blames me for everything that happened with…him. You push me away all the time when all I've tried to do is love you."

I smile slightly, placing my uninjured hand against his jaw and pulling his lips close to mine. "I don't blame you." As I kiss him, I realize that I have nothing truthful left to say anymore.

I really wish I could say this story ends happily, with that kiss leading to sex and a forever loving family. However, it ends with me leaving him a few weeks later and while the world may think I'm heartless for it, I know the truth. I left to save him from a terrorizing monster – me.