I dream about you.

The masked menace.

Dragging me into the murky depths.

I try to swim, to grab hold of anything, anyone, who can save me from you, from the monster you are. 

I grab someone's hand, desperate, pleading for his help, whilst also terrified to drag him under, because you're still pulling...

Harder now.

Dragging him down with me.

I'm choking, the cool filling my lungs as I breach the surface, for only a moment, before the murkiness swells and drags me below once again.

I'm scared to bring him with me.

He tells me he'll help me, but I see you killing him too.

He lets go and I let him.

I'm terrified.

You keep dragging me, pulling me.

We are fighting, a constant battle between the darkness and light.

Until I can no longer see the surface, no longer have the ability to breathe.

Only then do I see who it is dragging me into the murky depths with a smile on their face.

Only then do I realise...

The monster is me.