What is a monster?

“Tell me I’m not a monster, Meg, please tell me I’m not a monster. I don’t mean to be, please tell me it’s not true.” “You’re not a monster, Chas, you will never be a monster!” I wrap him in a hug as his shaking hand drops the pistol. “You are not a monster. You are not a monster.” I softly whisper in his ear and stroke his back with tears in my eyes as he sobs on my collarbone. I was told once that monsters don’t exist but that is a lie. The real monsters aren’t the ones in the movie or under your bed. No, the real monsters are walking around with a face you thought you could trust. The real monsters are the ones in plain sight... the ones that take everything good in your life.