Chapter Three

There was a rustle from the forest, the slightest sound of a stealthy yet careful hunter.
“Let’s talk about this over dinner then.”
The small figure of a human clutching a dead animal in their hands. It was covered in blood and already ripped into but it seemed to resemble the bitter remains of a rabbit.
“Hello, Kanna. Say hello to our new friend.” She dropped the rabbit and made her way over her brother. She passed him and sped up towards this stranger. Her knife stained with blood already was to the strangers neck. Her arm extended up to reach him, as he was much taller and she just about could reach him but there was no doubt that one wrong move and he would take fatal damage. “You hurt him.” Her voice did not shake but there was an uneasiness in it.
“Kill me, I dare you”, Zed laughed. “Put me out of my perpetual misery.”
“Kanna, you brought a lovely meal. Now let’s sit and eat.” She stood unmoving.
“Kanna. Sit.” Eli said more sternly.
She obeyed dropping the knife. “Would I ever kill a defenseless animal?” She picked up the rabbit dripping with blood.
Zed saw the look in her eyes, completely still. No emotion shown towards him, she would’ve killed him and not regretted it. This truly was the look of a predator not the prey like her stature indicates.
“Zed. Take a seat too,” he said politely with a smile on his face as if Zed was a dinner guest.
“No.”
A dart flew out of nowhere into his right shoulder. He looked in the direction which lead to where Kanna was sitting. “Not far off from your heart, right? Not damaging any vital vessels. I don’t miss a shot. Maybe next time I won’t be so nice. Wanna test it? Now sit, dog,” she smirked
Zed obeyed sitting on a rock near the camp.
Eli still had the same smile on his face, “now, isn’t this nice?”
“Fucking lovely,” Zed said.
Kanna dropped firewood in front of Zed, “Start a fire, monster.”
Eli’s smile vaguely changed, her words clearly struck a chord. “Kanna, he has a name.”
“I’m bad with names. The name I gave him suits him perfectly. Rugged, animal like, muscles, vaguely resembles a human. Yeah, he’s a monster.”
“Don’t be mean. I’m getting sick of your attitude.”
“He hurt you. I’m not gonna just act like he didn’t.” She was now shaking. Not with rage but with fear. “I can’t lose you.” It was like a quiet plea, so small like a child’s voice. 
“I know but I sorted it. He was a wounded dog before you came look at him.”
He had blood gushing where Eli had defended himself, the dart sticking from his shoulder and a small wound from where Kanna was close to slitting his throat.
This was the first time she saw him.
“I won’t apologise but I will offer to clean your wounds.”
Zed laughed. It turned into a maniacal laugh, it was unsteady and unsettling. “I’m a monster. Remember? You got me the first time. I’m a monster. I’ve been through much worse. You think you you can kill me with just this. You’re crazier than me!” Kanna splashed alcohol on his back. He flinched from the burning. “Shut up, monster.”
“Sit on the floor and take off your shirt.” He looked at her to see if she was serious. “You worried for a girl to see you naked, you’re more like a dog than a monster.”
“Darling, I’m sure you can’t wait to see me naked. Should I take my pants off too?”
“I’m not interested in anything so small. Shirt off is fine.”
Kanna sat on the rock while Zed sat in the floor in front of her.
It was quiet. However, every now and then Zed would mumble under his breath to deal with the pain. Kanna giggled every time. That’s when Zed realised she was doing this for her own enjoyment. She had so much power of him, putting him in more pain from the rubbing alcohol and the fact he needed her to do this. He could feel her smug aura transcending to him.
Eli still sitting on the log, was skinning the rabbit. He couldn’t resist. “Seeing you to like that, makes it look like you’re a couple.”
Kanna’s face twisted in disgust. “Gross, brother. That’s not funny.”
“Do you really think I’ll like her? I mean look at her.”
Kanna touched one of his wounds, “wanna tell me what’s wrong with me, bastard? You’d be lucky to get a girl as sophisticated and loving as me.”
He scoffed. Kanna put pressure in his cut. The agony was clear on his face. “I’m done. time to get firewood.”
Kanna skipped off to the forest, humming what seemed like a nursery rhyme.

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Facing Monsters

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.

Endings

“Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don’t really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren’t really an ending; some things are never-ending.”
― C. JoyBell C.

In my previous blog I wrote about beginnings, I felt that it was fitting to also talk about endings . Endings are never great even if it may be better, people don’t want it because we simply don’t like change.
Coming to terms with endings are never easy too. It’s like saying goodbye to part of your life, to a part of yourself. People can say that they’ll be perfectly content with memories but we can’t live on memories we need to be reminded of it. We need to see these people we have these great memories with.
You walk into a whole new life and the people you love will drift too, but from this it’s about new experiences and meeting new people.

Endings are closure, from the good or the bad. From endings come goodbyes and we forget about the memories and just wonder, what happened? Why can’t things be like this again? From these questions come regrets in which we have to live with. I think the best thing you can do is face up to the problems instead of having to live with them all your life.

I think this builds character and makes you a better person, it shows how you deal with a situations and cliché as it is, how you adapt because in your life you would have experienced this. You need to leave your old experiences and memories in order to create new ones.

Thank you for reading.

Beginnings

“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!”
― C. JoyBell C.

People may have a story to share or a heart wrenching tale which gets them to blog. Well for me I guess it’s just something I’ve wanted to for a while, the idea of something being yours and where you can share anything. But the idea of putting yourself out there is kind of daunting. To be honest I had to build up a lot of nerve to do this. I guess I was just afraid. Of what? Your guess is as good as mine.
Seeing as this is the first blog I wanted to talk about beginnings. I’m not going to lie, but they suck. Simply because something had to end for a new beginning, and at times they’re not always better its about making the best of it.
For me I hate beginnings, it’s starting over. New people, new experiences, new everything, essentially a new life. Sometimes things can change for the better but other times this is not the case.

I wrote this blog because its always something I’ve wanted to do but something held me back. Maybe I was scared of what other people may think or say but I’m tired of being scared. I always considered myself quite a shy, reserved person but I don’t wanna be that all my life. I’m not saying I’ll change right away or change completely because I don’t want that. I guess out with the negative qualities and thoughts and soak up the good and i know it wont happen right away but its a start.