The air breezed lightly, her hair flew in the same direction. It was fun, being behind a tree to just relax for a change. Silence, nothing else to be heard anywhere. A small sigh came from the girl. “People say life is full of opportunities, but is it for someone like me? Will they stay calm when she awakens? Running away seems so easy, to end up being a memory. Could I live with that?”

The scents of her surroundings roamed around her. Soothing, yet she still thought. “Will I continue to chase people out of my life due to that little girl? Sometimes I wonder, if I am the one in control or is she? Is she choosing to stay low and wait for a perfect prey? I think I choose to do what I do, but she could be the one making the moves. Perhaps it is me who is the monster and not her.” 

“Am I the one who seeks the prey and hunt it down? Is she the one telling me to do this, to the point that I realize before it is too late?” Dawn yawned and then smiled. “No, I am in control. The strange looks I get prove that. No one can believe that ‘the monster finally got control.’” The raven-haired girl tightened her fist. “I am not a monster.. Just different from the others. Can they blame me for not always being me?” Then she laid down, before sleeping.

“Would you care to tell me, Miss Dusk?”