Prompt: For DesperateWriters Weekly Prompt! This week the theme was "Monster".
He was trapped there again, in his own mind and by God did he wish that he wasn't.
Before him stood a man, one that mirrored his own image, with stubble upon his chin, swooping brown hair and one golden earring hanging in his right ear. However, unlike himself, the male before him had blood splattered on his green hoodie and mask, which was broken in half, held a haunting gaze and smiled jaggedly. It was the image of a monster.
At least, that's what he believed.
He was the monster inside of himself, or, perhaps, maybe this man in front of him was his true nature all along. Who knew?
"I still don't understand; who are you exactly?" This was a question often repeated during their myriad conversations, but it was never fully answered or, to be exact, it was never an answer he wanted to hear nor did he even understand.