The Creature

Some story I wrote when I was riding on a bus

I never even once wondered why I’m standing on this cliff, with an edge that goes all around me. Never once did I ask myself how I got here, no not even one thought. The only thing that was ever in my mind at that time was ‘What in the world is that?’. That strange thing standing in front of me, I’d give you a description but there’s not much to describe. It doesn’t have legs but it does stand on something and still has 2 arms. There’s no color except black, it’s twice my own size. It has a head and although it has no eyes, I can feel it staring right through me. As if it can see my very soul. And still I wonder what it is, just the fact that I don’t know scares me.

I can sense that it only means harm to me and that it will enjoy it too. When it first appeared, it didn’t look like much. It was only a small wisp that buzzed around my ears. The more I tried to fight it off, the bigger it got and the further it pushed me back. Now I’m standing near the cliff’s edge. I know that thing is big, but every now and then it sneaks up to me. And hits me as hard as it can, sometimes so hard I get knocked to the ground. It always tries to get me angry so it can push me closer to the edge. But I always stand my ground, I’ll say that I’m proud of it too. The creature never says anything back.

Although sometimes I’ll wonder if it isn’t better to just give in and jump down myself. I won’t lie, I have tried. One time I even did jump off but before my action was final. I grabbed hold of a rock and climbed back up. Crying over my shame, the creature acted excited. I got so mad at it I stormed right at it. Even bashing it on the ground and I was giving it hell, hitting it with all my strength. But it suddenly grew and with just one blow I flew back and rolled over the edge, hanging by my fingertips and the rocky soil I pulled myself up. Then it soared towards me and pushed its head right in front of mine.

It let out this immense roar and for the first time I saw the creature’s face. Hollow eyes with big dark gray and sharp teeth. It scared me so much I curled into a tiny little ball, I must have lain there for months. Every day that passed the creature would come and kick me harder and harder each time, it never got bored of it. Even kicking me more and more before one day had passed, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I really and truly wanted to die, and whenever that thought came in my mind and I looked at it. It was almost nodding and I swear I could hear it laugh. And in my bleakest hour when I felt that all hope was lost to me. I suddenly realized something, what if that strange being standing there is just me?

What if it is but a shadow of me and my pain and sorrow? What if instead of fighting it, I’d just embrace it. As a part of me. The thought seemed to scare it, as it furiously waved about. It flew at me again and struck me as hard as it could, but it didn’t hurt as much anymore. And I said ‘It is over, I know now what you are. And although you’ll never stop hurting me and you’ll never ever leave, I’ll accept that. And you’ll never hurt me as much again.’ As the creature started to dissipate it roared and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. After all, I did know it for so long.

Author's Note

keep in mind, English is not my native language. So spelling and grammatical errors are likely, and I'd appreciate if someone points them out

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

I love this story..captivating. I think you did fine on the grammar as well. Nice work.