That Little Thing

I curled up in the corner, drawing my knees up to my chest. I needed to run away from it, hide away from it.
it was still only so tiny - miniscule, even - but yet it still could destoy everything if it wanted to.If I wanted it to. I spawned the thing, and yet it was more powerful than I had ever imagined it could be. I didn't want to be in control of something so montrous anymore - I thought that if I locked it away it would fizzle away and die - leaving me free again to have a clear and pure head and mind. But surpressing it would not help me, only aid in fuelling the fire in which it dwelled... The mist had rapidly turned into a Granny Smith-tinged ball of glowing gas, that drew in most everything around it, engulfing them and expanding in size as it hovered towards me... I tried to shrink my spine into the wall, hoping that I would be swallowed into the plasterboard and concrete - I did not want that THING near me, to touch me, in fear that I would become a monster. God, I had created it, and now it was about to take over me, control me...
That little thing called Jealousy.