Heartbeat ~ a tribute

2.

There was a monster in Kat's yard too. A tall dark monster, one who's presence loomed over the horizon. He drank from bottles of glass, and threw them into my yard. I wasn't sure why Kat described him as a monster though. He looked a lot like her, they hade the same shaped face, the same shaped eyes. Monsters were supposed to have long claws and red eyes, and be made of smoke or slime. All I knew was that he made Kat sad, and me sad too. It was like another world through our fence. She agreed, but told me that my side of the fence was the good world, and that her side of the fence was the evil world, because the monster was stuck on her side. I wanted to save her. I begged my mom to save her, but my mom told me there was no such thing as monsters. I wasn't so sure. I supposed back then I believed my mom.

It's only when I grew a little that I realized the "monster" on her side was her brother. And when I grew a bit more, I realized that her brother was the worst monster you could meet. It's humans that are the true monsters, but when your little, you're not taught to fear humans. You're taught to fear strangers, but what if the abuser wasn't even a stranger? What if the roles reversed and the stranger became the savior? Of course, it would be stupid, and very far from the truth, to think of myself as her savior. No. She was really her own savior, and she saved a lot of people. A lot of them. A few monsters themself. For monsters aren't born, they're created. Her sister was shaped cleanly by the death of their father, the absence of their mother, but she lived far from the darkness, by a shield which bared the name sisterhood. Kat protected her sister from anything the monster tried to send her way. And from her leftover ashes, her sister too, became a monster, just not the sort her brother was. She took the face of a child, stole a beautiful one, and weaved it across her features, to hide that she was just like her brother behind it. Either way, all monsters can be slayed, or avoided. So through our gateway, we planned an escape, me and the lovely brown haired girl. I could feel it come over me, the feeling of pure concern. How intense that feeling was for a child. All I wanted to do was grab her arm, so we could run, run, run into a field of wheat, where the sun always shone, just so the darkness would dissapear.

And she became the sun. The light that burned and led me home. Now that she's gone, I stumble like a blind man.

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