"Do you believe in the boogeyman?" I whispered shyly in her ear, letting my words tickle her neck. It had been horrible to even think that I could do this now. I couldn't get her out of my head and that was the thing that puzzled me. Why was I letting a day walker, a very dumb one at that, get inside my head and make me regret decisions I would've never thought of thinking about twice? Why did I even care about her in the first place? "No, I believe in you." She whispered back. That was all it took for me to hate her because it was easier to hate her than realize what was really going on inside of me-what I was really trying to hide. It was easier for me to hurt her and torture her rather than please her. I could deal with the pain of hurting her more than I could the other.