Savage ~ MonaLisa #CharacterConfessions #ynwrites #ASMSG #AuthorGO

There was a time in my life when I simply didn’t give a fuck.

I figured no matter how hard I tried, I would always end up on the dark side of my nature, so why care?

You see, I’m a blood child.

I seek out crimson where ever I go, ‘cause it was the color shown to me the day I turned into a killer.

Ah, the memories…

Most people wouldn’t admit something like that, or smile about it. It’s supposed to be buried in that big ole’ closet stocked with those dirty skeletons.

Believe me, I tried to convince myself I was anything but a killer. I tried to blend in with the world around me, do my hair a certain way, dress appropriately, be a normal black chick. Whatever that may be. I pulled it off for a long time.

Then, one day I woke up and I said, fuck it. Fuck this charade, fuck this bloody world! If you see me for what I really am, so be it. I like it better that way.

I want you to see me.

I want you to feel me.

I want you to hear me.

My voice is a call to the hell hounds. You hear it? That soulful, raspy whisper that caresses your soul? Sounds pretty, doesn’t it? Cherish it, ‘cause once I rip my fingers across the strings of my guitar, that whisper will turn into a howl.

I know. I’m being a cocky little bitch. You gotta excuse me. I don’t know any other way to be.

Now that I’ve serenaded you, and torn into your soul with my venomous shredder, let me draw a scarlet river with your blood. Is that such an odd thing for me to desire?

Didn’t you know I was a savage? Well baby, now you know.