[ WP ] A monster is experiencing agonizing pain , and is convinced that killing you is the only way to relieve it . Write from the monster 's perspective .

Each day you'd pass me and offer a `` good morning''. I'd catalog the outfits you wore. Seventeen times I've seen you in the yellow and white sundress, three of those times your hair was up. Those were my favorite, I marked those days with a heart and a plus plus sign. The other fourteen times, your hair was down. Beautiful put not as pretty. 
 
 It has been six months, nine days and give or take, five hours since you've worn it. The winter came, so I excused about four months worth of mock necks, pants and blouses, but it's now been more than six months. Six months, nine days, and give or take, five hours. Why are n't you wearing it? 
 
 At first I decided you'd retired it, donated or otherwise lost interest. Supplanted it with maybe the lime green skirt and white blouse you seem so fond of these days. Never could I have imagined you were simply refusing to wear it, for thinking it made you appear anything but beautiful. Now I understand, shhhh.... 
 
 If you try and scream it will only be worse. See here? In your closet? This is it. Why do n't you wear it for me? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? What do you have to say for yourself? 
 
 They say the worse kind of pain is a paper cut, but they're wrong. This. What you've done to me. Imagined me some kind of monster. This, this is the worst kind of pain. I can not eat. I can not sleep. I've been banned from entering the building, from seeing you in any manner, let alone the dress I adore. 
 
 I had a daughter, she loved me. She had a dress, just like this. She would be your age by now, and surely just as beautiful. Here's her picture, do n't you see it? I see it. I love you. I had moved on, it was hard. My wife, my job at the time, I sacrificed it all but I *moved on! * 
 
 DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THAT IS? 
 
 I'm sorry. Stop sobbing. I moved on, I functioned again, her memory began to fade, and then you. My lovely dear, you strolled in wearing this. Do you see the picture? She looks just like you. 
 
 But I know she is n't you. You are a monster, not me. This is torture. I know this will be hard to understand, but until you're gone I'll never really be whole again. 
 
 Goodbye, princess.
