We've been planning this for so long, I'd lost all hope of it ever happening. 

It feels so good to take off this human mask; I've been wearing it for over a year now. I took a brain-fluid shower the minute I got up. Boy, were my parent surprised to see my face all gray and black when I came down for breakfast. After that, I came back to my room to get dressed. You won't be seeing me in pre-ripped jeans again. I cant decide what color my eyes should be today, and I'm not groaning about contacts. Finally got to wear my favorite lipstick (real blood red)! Anyway, some townsfolk are trying to break into my room. Time to bash some heads. Gotta go! 

The glass is splintered. 

The mirror cracked. 

The painting destroyed. 

The frame hacked. 

The chair is sawed in two. 

The clock without cuckoo. 

The walls are clawed. 

The paint chipped. 

The mattress gone. 

The blankets ripped. 

Ripped and teared.

Now I am scared. 

But what do I fear?

Who was here?