The Beginning of the End

You're just having a moment.

Everyone has moments, it's normal.

A teary eyed me lied. 

The bathroom tiles had started to be my hypnotic escape. I remember sitting and counting each one of them and where they terminated. Specially the end details, the ones that couldn't fit and were so broken into pieces to fill the space. 

It started with loud words ringing in my ears, over and over again, a throb which started to turn into a beat slowly reaching my head, watery eyes turning red. 

I remember being frozen in that moment. To lose control over my own body was terrifying until it became a part of my regime. 

The concealer would help sometimes, the other times I would just lie of an allergy. It's not really a lie, is it? 

I was indeed allergic to normality. 

Everyone in my workplace always said how polite I was, they said how rejuvenating my smile was. It's so easy, I would think. So easy to hide the growing monster. 

There is a Japanese tale I once heard. 

It was about a Prince. The Prince often felt a burning pain inside him which seemed to grow bigger and more painful over the years.

He was adviced to go to a priest for help. The priest told him that he saw a monster inside of him, if this monster isn't fed then it would consume the Prince himself. Scared, the Prince asked how he can feed this monster, to this the priest replied that the monster feeds on people, innocent people who mean no harm to society. 

The Prince was never seen at his kingdom after that night. Neither were any of his castle workers and staff. 

The castle they said, was cursed of something too evil to be documented.