Ocean Monster

who am I ? Find out for yourself, am I the oppressor, the victim, or just a passing person! I walked in with my face looking cold and hard, I didn't look around and check the place despite my curiosity. I just sat on the bench so I didn't feel nervous or afraid.. I stared at him with a piercing look and waited for him to start speaking, but he remained silent. Half a minute later, I tapped my long, cold fingers on the glass table, then touched my long, pointed chin and said: Then, don't you ask me why you came? He smiled softly and then said: You are the one who tells me his story. I said: True, but you are the one who is supposed to ask me to start my speech.. I looked at him closely and said: I made a mistake? deny, shook his head and said while standing: You can relax, do you want to lie on the sofa? If you don't mind, I said as I put my foot on the table. He gestured with his hand and lay down on the sofa, I raised my left eyebrow and licked my lips in astonishment at this man. He said in a calm voice: What made you kill him? His question came to me like a slap, but I restrained myself and said: Who did you kill!? "You know very well who you killed," he said, putting his hand behind his head as if sitting in the summer sun, and smiling. I said as coldly as he was nervous: He deserves to be killed. He said: Do you confess now? I nodded and said: Maybe he died, and maybe he is still in a long-term coma ending with the death of his owner. He said with admiration: You are a noble and intelligent person. I laughed and said, "Why don't you ask me plainly, so that I can make it easier for me to pretend to be obscure." He stood up and came to me and sat on the seat opposite me and said while staring at me: Why did you kill yourself? I looked at him and said: Do you see a sparkle in my eyes? Nephi shook his head and said: I see neither looks nor eye language, I see the eye of a dead man, from whom the soul was drawn. Just a piece of glass. If I tap it with my fingernails, it will echo. I said: Ok, what are you going to do to restore the luster of my eyes? He said with an evil look, his voice emerging from between his teeth: I will take your eyes out of their sockets. I opened my eyes terrified and I was sweating in very cold sweat and I was shivering and I said to myself to calm down: It's just a damn nightmare, yeah a damn nightmare.. I decided to ignore the damn nightmare completely, but there was one thing I couldn't ignore. The doctor in the nightmare was my psychiatrist whenever my mental state worsened. I have always believed in my dreams and that there is a purpose to every dream I dream, but my doctor why would he want to hurt me?? Does he really see that my condition is hopeless and cannot treat it?? I sat in my garden with a cup of black coffee in front of me. I can not write. Oh right, I'm a persuasive novelist. In the proper sense, I write my novel and deliver it to someone who aspires to fame and gets a fair amount. Someone is buying my novel, except for a few. Someone came to me and asked me to buy my novels that I haven't published yet, and to write for him more correctly. His hand became the pen of his mind, and since he is a well-known personality, he has so far sold more than six novels, not one or two copies. They ask to reproduce the first novel (Behind the fog there is disaster)..