You Monster

You are dangerous because you became unknown in the darkness.

You captured others to fall with you, like a sinister coward too afraid to do anything too hard alone.

You trapped them in a destiny they ought naught to have entered. All alone, so alone.

Then, you manipulated and empowered them to do your bidding like a slave at their master. You greedily showed them how it feels to be truly hopeless just because of your own stupid desires.

Somehow you won. Somehow you succeeded.

I have no words. I…Thank you, with all I am.

Wait, can you speak?

…

Oh man. It’s bad.

Don’t worry. It's over, and I love you.

You did an awesome job as usual. I've never seen anything like it. How in the world did you get so violent?

...

It’s okay. Trust me, please. Right now, my fo-, our focus is you.

How about I give you a recap of everything? I’ve developed a killer memory, get it? Killer?

Ay, you’re smiling! Okay, story time! Once upon a time,

Hey!

That was the only thing I could think of! This story is a piece of work. I lived it!

...

Thank you.

Once upon a time

Chapter 1 - The Beginning of the Beginning Felix

On a wondrous planet, there lived a friend among many people of all kinds and forms. This friend was me, Felix Buddy Hupimone. Back then, I was a petty shy pale boy who never got out much, except for those times where I almost died, like when our house burned down, a kidnapping in Italy, or fell down a waterfall.

Hold on, I was in my house when it burned down. That doesn't count as being outside. Dang it.

My two siblings, Violet and Simon, lived with me and our parents (as it should be) in a small town. It sat quietly in a forest where one could open their windows and feel the sweet breeze of the wind, purified by a bird's song. I cherished that simple house. There were memories of bike rides, childish chalk drawings on concrete, make-believe, and endless get-together parties. It was a dream come true like a year-round white Christmas. We never even got white Christmases there.

Earlier, we had moved around several times. This made that particular home special and especially cherished. Our first place we stayed for good. Our first real place. No drastic changes, no distractions of hateful acts, and no scars. That home meant a lot to our family. It was a place where we could live together with happiness, joy, and literal peace of heart. We could at last create a better future together as a family.

However, this is not a story about that. Do you realize how boring that would be? Take this for example:

I sat on the sofa and slowly read my book. The pages were thin and smooth like the chocolate chip cookies I was so steadily consuming. As I thought about my life and how peaceful it was, the fire roared, sending little sparks into the air. All was calm. There were no troubles and the snow kept-

See? Boring right?

I've learned that in life, you can't expect anything. Your perception is fragile and could break at any moment.

I wish I knew that growing up.

Everything always changed, and it's funny because in order for it to change I had to believe it and yet it changed whether I wanted it to or not. All I had to do was accept it, embrace it, and love it. Then, when it breaks it doesn't. It’s simply molding into something new, even if it’s scary.

Especially if it's scary. That's the best part. The more it scares you, the more thrill the endgame gets.

This, this is endgame. I am terrified.

It all started on a boring Sunday morning when I was fifteen years old. I woke up, got in somewhat decent formal wear, ate a decent meal, decently brushed my teeth, and went to a decent church with my family who actually weren't very decent. All those decent morning things that one typically does in the morning. Nothing special.

Then I would endure serious alienations: a time where we needed to be serious, but some idiots would interrupt about literally everything. It was intended to teach a lesson about our church followings, but we never seemed to get there.

It would go on and on every meeting and I couldn't stand it. I wanted to really learn something amazing or anything for that matter, but the only thing I'd learn was about how to get a girl, stories about unrelated people, stupid jokes, and a few other things I'd really rather not mention. The vexation truly had no limitations.

So you know what I did? I left! About time too, but alas I have never worked up the courage to break from the norm. Gotta love social anxiety huh?

After all this time, I got to relax during this stressful time and feel calm for once. One step at a time, I walked through the picture plastered hallways, through the metal doors, and out into the sunlight. No wait, the shade next to the door out of sight! Huzzah! I was an inconspicuous genius!

I sighed in content and carelessly tossed off my suit jacket before sitting down.

A couple feet ahead, there was a much more comfortable patch of grass to lay back on, but no way in heaven or hell I was going to have someone seeing me and dragging me back to the layer and dungeons that was hell. Not now and certainly not today.

Who cared if this kind of behavior was frowned upon? I didn't! I had had enough! Yeah!

This view was much nicer than anything I'd see in there. Its clouded sky was highlighted by the trees and made the perfect frame to see the vastness of the world. Was I small in the world, or joyously one of the many audience members to see its true beauty?

Was I both? Woh, maybe…!

The wind chilled my spine. I was resting on hard stone-like material. My hair cushioned my head just like I liked it.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

Quite chilly outside though.

My life, in that moment, became completely stricken by empty silence.

“Felix?” a red headed girl popped around the corner. “I thought you'd be here. What in the world are you doing out here?”

That’s what I loved about my friends. They were always more concerned about someone’s well being than what they were doing, unless it involved decisions leading to bad consequences.

This was my friend, Hope Kristy Aaron. She was the best person ever! That girl not only took care of her sister who was a total brat, she had basically become the replacement Mom after hers died.

She was wearing a plain gray dress that reached down to her ankles. For her white shirt, she wore big gray polka dots neatly tucked into her plain gray dress. It had a few layers of lace around the top that had a certain shine in light like her small stud earrings. Goodness, she looked adorable. I fell in love with that smile and magical blue eyes every time. Look, she had two balloons!

So beautiful.

“Huh?” I asked. “Oh, actually-”

“Since when did you ditch class? This is my spot when I ditch.” the girl interrupted. “Find your own.”

“Finders keepers…” I started.

“Losers weepers.” She pushed me to the side, took my seat, and gave me a hug.

“Boop.” I poked her.

“Boopalloon?” she poked back and handed me one of the two. She drew an awesome face on mine! My favorite meme! Hers had a dog face.

I smiled, "Thanks.” How did she know I'd want one?

“I knew you'd want it.”

“Yeah of course. Lucky for you.” I said.

“What’s wrong with class? Those guys still bothering you?”

“You have no idea." I groaned. "I’m glad I left. The usual nonsense.” I paused, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, you have to see me like this.”

“Don’t be sorry, be silly. I'm glad you are happy, but leaving your brother and best friend isn’t a very kind idea. They miss you.”

"Oh hush, It's not like it's anything they can't handle. Truman likes that energy right?"

She laughed. “That’s the wrong energy he’d like. You could have tried and made a better lesson.”

I frowned and lowered my eyes in shame. “Out of all the people to see me now, it had to be you. You are the only person who can talk me in and out of anything...at least for the most part. Well,” I paused. “I didn't want to go this time. He'll understand. I'll go next time. I get so many headaches in that stupid place. They are all so confident in life, and don’t understand that there’s actual knowledge to be learned. Truman does his best to help them, but they are just little kids eagerly failing a test on purpose! They never stop. I’m as old as them. What the heck?"

“For now, they’re my adversary. The ones who bring out my worst. If I had the heart to punch, that's a little harsh, maybe yell in their faces I’d totally do it! Is that too much?”

“A bit much.” she replied.

“But I never have the courage, you know? They are way bigger than me? I’m barely five feet tall for goodness sake, handicapped by my own brain and physical weakness. Why couldn’t Truman be here? They are full of pride; one I can never have and don't want to. I don’t want to be like them. My own brother took any sort of confidence I could have. Masculinity, masculinity… that’s all they want. He like, perfect and I’m… I don’t know.”

Who was I?

“I’m sorry.” I went on. “What a pity party.”

“That’s not true.” she said. “You know that, and yeah this is a pity party. If I catch you doing it again I’ll drag you over there myself and tell them. Greed is a very lustful emotion and this is greedy.”

"Who are you to talk? You’re skipping class too-ouch!"

She had punched my arm. “This is normal-ouch!”

I had copied her action. “Then I better drag you back to class!”

The two of us cackled away like old witches. “Am I sitting on your jacket?” she giggled, lifting herself up, “Oops. Don’t tell your mom,” and handed it to me.

“My mom’s gonna kill you," I said. “You got a gross butt.”

She gasped, “My butt makes it much better. I have a great butt, with applied perfume Ruth gave me! It's spring fragrance! Her own combination.”

How did I become friends with somebody so awesome? Hope is so confident and not arrogant. Wow, the way she talked about herself so openly and carefree made my soul rush! How could I feel that way forever? I wanted to be like her; I wanted to be with her.

She laughed.

“What?” I asked, “What’s so funny?”

“That look, that’s my favorite look.”

“What look? Stop it!” I blushed. "What look!?

She tilted her head back laughing.

“It’s your fault!” I protested, “You’re super great, and super awesome and-”

She punched me in the side.

“Ouch!”

“That’s what you get.”

“You’re red too!”

“My hair does not… oh, hey, snow.”

Indeed, it was snowing. How? It wasn’t even that far into fall.

“Holy guacamole…” I said. Clear as day, a snowflake landed on the pavement in front of me. Another one fell onto Hope’s cutely big ears.

She smiled big and wide. “How beautiful! I love the snow! I pray it sticks.” Her hand found its way into mine. Uh… I blushed.

“That would be amazing!" She went on. "Oh, we could go sledding with Ruth, Truman, and Kristy. That would be truly wonderful? With Jason, Simon, and that returning guy, Tom”

“Yeah, that’d be pretty great. Truman would be wearing even more clothes than he already does!”

“And then we’d crash a thousand times on the sled!”

“I hope so.”

“I know so!”

“We could make snowmen for us to crash into!”

“Sled bowling!” She let my hands go, “Kristy would try to wander and Ruth would insist on us sticking together. She’s quite the pack animal.”

“Really?”

“She’s totally a pack animal. Do you see the people she hangs out with at school?”

That’s right. She was the most popular girl there. An endless amount of people were always around her and she was the leader of the biggest programs and clubs in school. In all re-

“She’s beautiful,” My friend interrupted. “She’s cute too, even casual.”

She’s seen Ruth in casual wear? “No fair! What does she look like?”

“Completely different.” Hope gazed into the snow filled sky, “Completely different, I don't like it. Its like you in a tank top or you telling me how class goes.”

Her comment made my eyes drop to the floor in reminderance of my problem. I chuckled nervously and looked into her brown eyes. “Kiran, Dylan, and the others... It doesn't make sense at all. I'd think they'd be more mature to lead."

“They don’t need to be the leader. Who cares if they were chosen. You can be the leader in the shadows. Who got Truman to go on that date with Ruth?”

I sighed. “Me…”

“Who organized that date?”

I rolled my eyed. “Me…”

“She smiled. “Yup, you can do this too. I know you can.”

“Ungh…” I grunted.

“I gotta go.” She stood up. “I told the teacher I was going to the bathroom.”

“What? I thought you came here on a regular basis.”

“I lied.” She bent down and grabbed my hand. “C'mon.”

“To your classroom?” I asked as I picked up my jacket.

“I wish.” she said. “We’d be the best classmates.”

The two of us walked to face the glass doors once again. Divided and centered were those two familiar, gray handles.

“Alright Mr. Silly,” She said. “Are you ready to go back into that scary place and kick major butt?”

“Stop teasing!” I smiled, “You’re the real butt I should be kicking, you big butthead.”

She blew me a raspberry and laughed. “Joke’s on you. I don’t have a butt. I laughed it off just now. Thanks for going back in." As we laughed, Hope pulled me into her and kissed me on the cheek.

Woh, Hope Kristy Aaron kissed me on the cheek. Wow... even after all these years I was still so in love with her. Life was perfect. I grabbed onto the door, pulled it open, and walked through the opening.

Here we go.