Monster

A girl tries to recall a traumatic event.

“I’m scared.” 

Zyra shifted uncomfortably within the confines of the chair, her wrists and ankles bound by handcuffs. She had a distraught expression on her face, a clear sign of her discomfort towards her surroundings. 

It was not her first time here, yet repeated visits did little to make her feel better acquainted. 

“Why? What are you afraid of?” 

“I’m afraid of myself.... because I’m a monster.” 

“A monster?” 

“I hurt someone.” 

Tears were streaming down Zyra’s face at the recollection. She tried to use her hands to cover her face in shame, however her shackles denied even this act to preserve what little remained of her dignity. 

“Who did you hurt?” 

“I...” 

She began to hesitate. Her eyes were shut, and her hands were balled up into fists, with her fingernails digging into her palm. It seemed as though Zyra wanted to talk, yet there was some unknown force holding her back. 

“We’re friends. You know that you can trust me.” 

“...” 

An awkward silence permeated the room. After what seemed to be an eternity, Zyra began to talk. 

“I don’t know how to explain it. Something just comes over me, I black out, and I do all these terrible things!” 

Zyra appeared to be really agitated. If it were not for the shackles binding her to the chair, she might have done something violent. 

“Calm down. Take deep breaths.” 

Despite her sudden outburst, she took the advice and calmed down after a few moments of deep breaths. 

After taking the time to recollect her thoughts, Zyra began to talk again. 

“I remember being surrounded before blacking out.” 

Zyra began to cry again. The recollection had upset her greatly. 

She was not lying, but neither was she giving much in the way of details. She had been found laughing maniacally over four badly mutilated corpses, her own person covered head to toe in crimson splatters. 

It was progress regardless. She had gone a long way coming here, from being unable to utter a single word to talking however briefly about her problems. 

“Tell me, am I a monster?” 

Zyra’s tone was dead serious. 

“No.” 

She smiled sadly at the answer. Her eyes betrayed doubt and sorrow. In her heart, she wanted this to be true, yet she seemed to no longer be sure about this. 

Zyra was a lost soul, yet someday she would find her way. After all, time could heal all wounds.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[David Marsden]

I think your writing is really good. It reads easily and is clear and understandable. This reads like a piece from a novel, like it is a part of a longer story. You've managed to put so much infomation in such a short piece.
You got right into the story and it conjures up images of Zyra doing these grusome murders. I don't know if I would change anything?
This had me hooked from the very first sentance and I wanted to read more. I said it is like a piece from a novel but it does stand alone because it tells a story within itself. It has a beginning, middle and end and it has conflict. Keep on writing.

[Amber Lily]

This almost feels like a sneak peak to a new book, there is just enough information left in the dark to make the reader wonder what happened. It would make a great prologue!
Of course this works well as a short story too, with a sharp end. Nice work :)