“The monster in me, the one that wants to hurt people, kill people; the one that needs to be kept locked away. It’s like — it’s like it’s quieter when she’s around. Not gone. I don’t think it’ll ever be gone. But the sound of her stupid voice scraping against my eardrums seems to drown the monster out a little. She’s louder, more infuriating, screams for all my attention so there’s nothing left of me that can focus on the monster.
