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Trigger Warning: I briefly touch upon sexual assault.I’m sitting here, staring at my screen, listening to Not About Angels by Birdy, willing myself to press my fingertips against my keyboard.
I’ve been a tad apprehensive about writing this. It’s been sitting in my head collecting dust for the past few months, and I’ve never had the gall to put it into words. This isn’t one of my proudest moments, discussing the relationship I’m about to tear apart, but sometimes to let go, you have to destroy the very thing that destroyed you. And I’m doing that the only way I know how — through writing.
There’s a quote by the author Robert Bloch, he crafted the infamous thriller Psycho, and its counterparts, and it’s a quote I have locked into my brain.
“Horror is the removal of masks.”
It’s short, but holds a lot of power. When I first heard it, it raised a lot of questions for me, the biggest one being would I be able to handle what lies beneath the mask? My answer to that is, it depends on what’s hiding. For me, it happens my horror was a wolf in sheep's clothing. I’m the fool who allowed him in for ten years, and I’ve finally decided…
