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I come to find that as the days go on I have begun to change. The more pissed I get the more I find that on the inside there is a demon waiting to be released. It is almost like a picture. I can see it so clearly.

A girl is standing in the middle of a dark room. She is wearing a beautiful white gown and holding a white candle. Her blond hair blows in a breeze but doesn't know where it is coming from. She is standing perfectly still, at peace with her soul and mind. From within she feels movement. It is not her soul but another that had begun to form over the years.

The girl feels her body begin to split down her torso. A thin line at first like a delicate scar that has faded over the years. Then it turns pink and a deep blood red. Slowly it opens she tries to cry out but no sound comes from her lips. All she can do is stand with that candle as it turns black. The demon within pulls her fleash farther and farther. The demon steps out of her own body the blood oozing from her new flesh.

All she can do is watch as the demon girl turns to look upon her. The demon mumbles some words and the hole closes all that is left behind is the think black scar from her neck to her hips. Reminding her of the evil she has set loose upon the world