I know Halloween is over but I just wrote this. Only when I finished I realised it was kind of like beauty and the beast but I hope you like it anyway. I welcome all feedback. This is a story of overcoming fears and stereotypes in order to help someone desperately in need of it.
20.00 United Kingdom, England. It’s November so the sun has already been replaced by the moon. Clouds have covered the moon and there is nothing- the powers out. No light, nothing but the darkness.
I walk around the house waiting for someone to come home- anyone. I walk up the stairs closer and closer into the darkness, almost swallowed by the jaws of them.
I heard the door slam and floorboards creak. It was probably nothing but I had to get it out of my system so I slowly made my way up the stairs.
I used the torch on my phone to see where I was going as I was on the last step I realised how ridiculous I was being. There was nothing there.
I turned around and looked into directly into the eyes of a blood thirsty monster.
It was a blur. I woke up on the floor it is carpet but still had no real comfort, I realised there was a pillow underneath my head. I was still groggy. There was a glass of water beside me, I was sure not to drink any. Nothing made sense -what happened? I remember the lights were out and darkness.
Now the lights were on, it burned my eyes. I looked around and saw the monster.
Except it wasn’t a monster it was boy. His features were distinctive and his build was overly muscly- it wasn’t hard to mistake him for a monster because his hair was desperately in need of a cut and he needed a shave.
I immediately jumped up, a stranger in my house, how did he get in? What was he doing?
“Who are you?” I managed to choke out. My knees were shaking, I could barely keep myself up.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just I haven’t eaten for ages. My parents threw me out a while ago and I had nowhere to go so I’ve been sleeping rough since then.” His eyes were genuinely hurt and his face softened. And his voice, it was soothing, not raspy like a monster but concerned and a bit panicked.
“Well I’m sorry but you have to leave”. I did feel sorry for him he looked not much older than me and his life was so different.
“If it’s worth anything I really am sorry. The lights were out so I thought no one was home. I was just going to get some food and maybe any loose change. I didn’t mean to scare or hurt you.” He began to make his way to the door.
I don’t know what I was thinking because I would never do something like this. “Stop”. I called after him. “What’s your name?” I wasn’t scared of him.
“I stopped using my name a while ago, people just call me Monster. For obvious reasons.” His voice was still oddly calm, and more relaxed.
I grabbed my purse from the ledge and pulled out whatever money was in there. I was surprised none was missing, he didn’t take any. I gave it to him. “You really need this more than I do. You seem like a nice guy and just don’t spend it on drugs. Fix yourself up and I know you can have a better life.”
He just looked at me frozen. Like its the most amazing thing in the world. We just kind of stood there for a while, in silence, peaceful. “I can give you some food as long as you promise to spend the money to sort yourself out.” He promised, it was something I just had to believe, I saw the moon was away from the clouds and shimmering. It was beautiful.
It was the weirdest thing, the Monster and I. He told me about his life, not what happened with his parents just friends he made on the streets. He’s lived on the streets 3 years and said in that time he has “never been so touched by someone’s generosity”. I didn’t understand it wasn’t that much money and I could barely cook, I hope one day I would understand. To be honest, I hoped one day to understand all of it, how his parents could chuck him out and not look back. I didn’t even know there were as many homeless people as he said.
Maybe I was being rude but I still rushed him out of the house not because I was scared of him just because I didn’t know what else to do. I expected him to be hurt but he said he understood. He left the house at 21.14 with a smile on his face and vowed to never break his word.
My parents came back at 21.20 and I told them everything, they said what I did was stupid. He could have hurt you and I should have called them. I think at the same time they were kind of proud for taking care of someone and thinking about someone else.
I may never see Monster again and he might spend the money on things it wasn’t intended for but I was feeling optimistic. I slept whilst looking at the moon and dreamt.
March. 16.00. It was a normal day. The sun was shining and I was in the garden. Just doing nothing. I heard a knock on the door and found a boy about 19 years old at the doorstop. His face was familiar, but I couldn’t recognise who it was. He was muscly and had stubble. He was wearing a plain top with black jeans.
“We didn’t meet properly last time but my name is Jude and you changed my life.” With that I recognised him, his voice.
My parents came to see who was at the door and asked “whose this?” I smiled and simply replied “him”.
It took them a while, to them he was just a normal boy, a few scars, very strong build and eyes that experienced so much beyond their years.
Eventually they realised and first they were a bit pissed at him. They spoke to him for a good few hours and I guess they understood.
He wasn’t a monster just a boy, now he wouldn’t be mistaken for one again. He got a job, a simple one, not the best paid one, lived in a decent flat with another person. It just took a simple thing to change his life.
He lived with it all his life. The monster and the girl were friends for many years until finally they got married. It wasn’t perfect, they argued, he still got some unnecessary visits from the past. She understood it as much as she could and it was hard but it was worth it.
The monster was tamed but still a part of their lives.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.