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Questions

How could she tell after such a short time?

What did I do to deserve her attention?

What did she do to deserve mine?

What was going to happen?

Would she stay true to her promise?

What was wrong with me?

The questions raced so mercilessly through my mind, tangling themselves and myself up into a webbed trap, a horrific wonderland where nothing was safe and pure.

Where everything was like me.

Surely, even I, with my damned soul, did not deserve this. It had to be reserved for the heinous monsters of the earth. I was not flagitious. I had been ruined as a child, as water ruins silk. The destruction had simply increased as the monster's storm grew larger and larger, huger and huger until it could barely be contained in one being.

It wouldn't spill over to me, would it?
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I don't know where he is, to be honest, while he's thinking about this. But I knew these questions were coming, and I didn't know where he was going. So....yeah. Here it is. Comments, as always, are welcome. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Just say something please.