Nekana seldom had emotional roller coaster rides but today she was apparently the chosen one for such events.

She’d imagined, no, she could FEEL IT. She could feel a monster swelling inside of her, seeping all the way into her very bones. Its appearance was dark, and it was nothing like in her imagination or how people often described. No horns, no teeth and not even a trademark tail at that.

No face was to be seen as an unknown shadow prevented that. There too was not a single sound to be heard, pin drop silence described it and it wasn’t a calming one; the ‘atmosphere’ was so deeply endless, abyss. Although it wasn’t a word used for description, it suited the atmosphere anyways. Nekana expected growling, or maybe even a low grumbling noise but on the contrary, it turned out quite mute apparently.

Red, a crimson canvas painted the walls of the brunette’s mind. A bright, crimson and blood-like red. Then black. The colour matched her current state of mind well. The pitch black colour coated the red and they matched unexpectedly well. It was dark, bottomless and empty; such sorcery was Nekana’s mind.

Red represented her anger. ‘No more, please.’

An unknown dark wisp whispered seductively into her ear.

Black for the ugly feeling. ‘I have not the right.’

You envy, it said.

The monster, me. Nekana forced.

Nekana’s breath was quickening as she violently clawed through her scalp and pulled on to her beautiful brown hair; one she held much pride in. A tiny and small area of her skin was shed, but not a single drop of blood to be seen. She felt so helplessly frustrated, invisible tears ran down her inner-minds face. Its salty waters landing and sizzling her beating heart. It burns. Her lungs were down, they temporarily stopped functioning.

Perhaps they were perfectly fine, and it was Nekana that forgot to do her part of the job instead.

‘Breath, breath.’ Speedily, Nekana calmed her light seizure. She held no illnesses but it was purely from the awareness of what she felt, and knew.

Her conscious was cool and rational again. Such shameful demeanour shall never appear again, she told herself. Unfortunately, it was impossible. Such spells could only last temporarily.

The monster inside of her, as ugly-natured as it was, dwelled in her as to everyone else as well. It was, undoubtedly human nature.

How shameful, the brunette thought.