Shattered

I scream, breaking glass if I could, but you don't hear.
I cry but you don't see the shimmering saltiness running down my clefted cheeks.
What happened?
I'll tell you what happened.
I transformed into me.
Then you transformed into a monster.
That's why I screamed when the door closes and evil opens its snarling trap.
Spirits moan and rush at me in this nightmare.
Insanity pads across white blank hallways of mental instability.
This is worse than the nightmare on Elm Street.
What happened to me?
Where's the beautiful woman my mother once saw in me?
Is it ravaged like a metal plate-all bent and used up and useless?
Is there hope?
Yet all I can think of is that door closing, blood pumping and evil apporaching.
It's here.
You're here...
I scream, breaking steel but you don't hear.
My vocal cords raw and nonexistent.
On the brink of my death.
I stare up at my murderer with wide eyes.
A question forms on my lips...
What happened?