"Everything I’ve ever said I will do; I have done… and now I am going to kill someone."

On the surface, my life seems normal—picturesque, even. To anyone on the outside, I’m just another woman with a smile on her face, going about her day. But they don’t see what’s behind the closed doors. They don’t see the cracks in the facade or hear the screams in the silence.

Every single day has been a fight. Not to live—no, I gave up on that idea a long time ago—but to survive. To exist. There’s no peace, no rest. Every moment feels like walking on the edge of a knife, waiting for the next twist of his cruelty to cut me. And he thrives on it.

He doesn’t just ruin things; he plans it. He watches me closely, waits for those rare moments when I allow myself to hope—when I think maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a moment of joy. Even something as small as seeing the Christmas lights, something that used to feel magical to me. He knew how much I looked forward to it. And he made sure to destroy it, to rip it away from me like everything else I ever cared about.

I’m so tired. Tired of pretending everything is fine. Tired of smiling when I’m dying inside. Tired of waiting for something to change when I know deep down it never will.

But tonight, that changes. Tonight, I stop waiting.

"It didn’t start this way… but now it’s what I must do. I will stop his reign of evil on women if it’s the last thing I do."

I don’t care what it takes. I’ve reached the end of the line. If I have to become the monster, so be it. Because he will never hurt me again. He will never hurt anyone again.

This isn’t about justice. It’s about survival. And tonight, I take my life back—or die trying.