Days went by with her engulfed by the ghost of Insecurity. She held her head as though no one could see her torture more and more victims out of the need for more blood, more attention. The blood dripped down the hall after her as her sweats ripped releasing the ruthless three headed dragon caged inside her. The three heads amazed me considering one was mean, another sweet, and who she really was. This head was as large as the president's considering it had "knowledge" of every situation in the school, but had the biggest contusion right above the eyes. It looked as though she has been beaten senseless, that all her morals bled out when Insecurity decided to take over her body. After she had gained fifteen pounds, ruined all her friendships, drenched her face in make up, and begged for attention, Insecurity found a new victim for this one had mastered the art of being insecure. Insecurity won; she turned into a monster.