A monster of my own creation.

My mind fled to its warmest corner, where the corpse of my memory with that boy radiated its last heat. Fermented in sleep deprivation, that same old despair and my empty love bred a shadow-like monster which would dog me for the rest of my teenage years, and that book stopped it. Merely looking at its cover made my blood freeze, but that shadow, with its muzzle breathing on my heels, also froze with it. That almost never happened.