Monsters

I will never be able to look into a mirror. I see myself as a monster. I am a monstrous creature capable of mass destruction. Everywhere I turn all I see is bloodshed.   I see children crying over their dead parents. It takes me down to a point to where I want to cry too.  People call me crazy. Some call me insane. However, I know what I see. They just don’t want to believe it. I believe.

            Trying to run from them becomes harder every waking day. They chase after me with their torture devices. Those white restricting coats that constrict my very being. Those poor blind fools. They can’t see the truth right before their eyes. It’s pathetic.

            Hiding has become difficult also. For these monsters are everywhere. I am one too. We are all creatures of destruction. Hurting one another, driving pain stakes deep within hearts everywhere. We are caught between heaven and hell. This place seems like hell to me.

            I can’t sleep anymore. My eyes burn with the fire to kill. I thirst for blood to keep me cool. The blood as in being despair. Despair is the form of blood for creatures like us. Why can’t they see they are just like me? We are all the same. We come from the same heritage. I have two arms and legs. I have a heart that beats and a brain. So do them. We are the same. So why don’t they send them all to the place where creatures can be mocked.

            I can’t run anymore. My legs have failed me. They catch me and put that device on me. Now I am being shipped off. No words are said for I only cry. I cry because these people will never understand what we are. Eliminate the person that knows the truth. Shield the others for now but one day they too will find out what I know. It is only a matter of time. You may silence me for now but look at what you are doing. Killing your own just as I did.

            In hindsight we are all monsters. Look at all the evidence around you. Pay attention to your surroundings. Fights, name slinging, murders, rapists, mockers, gossipers, thieves, and much, much more are all around you. Maybe one day we could be capable of change. Change however, can only be made for people that have the will power and want to change. Sadly this day is not today. It will come soon. Today is my time of peace. Good luck to you all!

(A shot is fired with a loud bang)

Death is my salvation HAHAHAHA! GOOD LUCK YOU MONSTERS!!!!

 (Two days later a truck pulls up at a psychiatric ward with one less person on board)

As if he vanished……….

Author's Note

Alright, I really didn't know what to call this writing..its not a blog entry...nor would I call it a short story...so im stumped. But no this character is not me. This story is meant as an exercise for your brains think what could have happened to this person to make this storyish type thing unfold. Well I hope you all enjoy! And I know this is not perfect I wanted to write something different. have fun everyone! Review and never stop writing! Love you all!

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I feel your story as it seems a short story to me - or perhaps a journal entry from the monster in this story- a person who has become what much of todays world produces, a monster. A killer... killing for pleasure to assuage the blood lust.
Could be the 'monster' was abused as a child ... who knows, many monsters come from ordinary homes with good parents.
The world seems to be growing more and more a monster each day-
Enjoyed this.

Chloe

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

I love it... kind of because I relate to it a little. (not sure if that's good.) But I have a pretty clear idea of what would happen if I carried on the story. Amazing short. ^__^

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

My God, you have a great story here. This is awesome my friend...I love dark writes.