MonsterA Story by AurafiexA 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.
© 2016 AurafiexAuthor's Note
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