It creeps through the hall, it’s dark tendrils of poison seeking out every crack, every crevice, every indent of the narrow walkway. It oozes, unrelenting, searching for its prey. Nothing can escape its merciless grasp. It sees all, knows all, and consumes all.
It finds a victim. A girl. Her mind corrupted by the media, the social rules and restrictions, her creative soul hidden deep within her mind. It sinks its teeth in to her, sucking out any last bit of compassion or sensitivity.
Now the girl is its slave. Its mindless, unwavering zombie of destruction. Some think that the beast is all powerful, but with close observation, you can see that it is weak, and dependant.
Because Lies cannot exist without people.
The girl blunders along, pushed forward by the monsters lust for misery. It attacks without warning, sometimes without even any symptom of provocation. Another girl, smaller and weaker, is attacked. At first the disease is not noticed by the girl. Other are aware of her plight, but naught a soul dares come forward to speak their concerns.
Slowly, the girl becomes an outcast. Ridiculed by the others, she has no where to run. Her soul becomes tainted with bitter hate, and self loathing.
Soon she shatters. Her soul grows cold. Her mind darkens into nothing.
The monster has sunk its talons in once again.
