He stares at me from the room of where it happened, reminding me of the monster that keeps me up at night. It's the monster that laughs everytime I smile, fear something or just feel happy. This monster is not fear, it's a phantom of pain that tore me from her. That day, he tore me, instilled fear into me, violated me, beat me emotionally and ripped someones' soul right from their eyes. The ringing in my ears are the reminder of her screams that day, he laughed saying I'll never have her. The demon that doesn't hit me, but puts fear into me everytime I hear the screams at night. I am scared of him, he is a true monster. He speaks to me saying "You couldn't save her, that fear made you cry in the corner as you watch as I tore her apart, you're a failure, she's dead because of you." This...