The Cullen

I opened up my mind. I let it all loose. I knew my power was a lot more than I let on. I gave him everything; the truth, the knowledge, the power, but the problem was that he was still human. He couldn’t handle it. He eventually went mad and killed himself.

It has been two weeks since that night I visited. Edward and Katie are weary of me. To be honest, I’m weary of myself. I feel layers adding to me, blocking everyone. Edward and I do not have our quiet talks at all since the a last time a few weeks ago. It upsets me, but a new layer winds up being added. I can’t help it. The layers are adding everyday. I’m starting to think that maybe I should leave them again. I can see that Edward and Katie detest me. They look at me like I’m something vile. Or maybe it is my imagination. Maybe I think myself as repugnant. I’m a monster.

I am a demon. I am responsible for Gregory killing himself. I should have just told him no, but no one else knows except Edward and Katie. People just think it was his guilt getting to him. I couldn’t deal with it anymore.

A week later I left.