My name is Sarah Mitchell. I was once the girl that wasn't afraid of anything, until this night hits. Many don't know about my fear of the dark. Achluophobia patients tend to be paranoid when going to sleep. I must have a flashlight with me at all times. I see the way he looks at me. I feel his nails scratch on my arm,I hear the screams of him victims, I see the blood of those slaughtered by his hunger, I touch the guts of those who didn't heed his few warnings, I smell the rotten meat of those that have been thrown in my basement. I can't do anything because the monster that I speak of, is my own father. And I'm afraid that I may be next.
“SARAH, I WILL COUNT TO FIVE!”Father warns.
“1!”I hear.
“2!”He yells.
“Coming Father.”I say hurriedly.
I rush downstairs to see what Father wants.Going into the Kitchen, I see my fear begin to spring to life, once again.Oh no, not again!
“Father, you promised me you wouldn't hurt her.”I say sadly.
I look at Mrs.Connor our friendly neighbor.Over 39 wounds spread over her body.I see a cracked skull,six stab wounds,seventeen gushing blood spills,and fifteen triangle burns.
Why didn't I just ignore all those times she tried to come inside?This is all my fault!Why did I think for once Father would actually listen to me?
“I promised you nothing, foolish child, I said that I might not. But it seems she didn't do what I asked her to. I warned her two times, I told her to not tell anyone of what she saw here, but did she listen?”Father says angrily.
When Father is this angry,I know not to talk back, so I just help him drag the body out of the kitchen.
After we drag her out of the kitchen, Father takes Mrs.Connor to his butcher room.
CHOP, CHOP ,CHOP ,CHOP!
“Sarah, go get my tool box.”Father commands.
“Yes Father!”I rush into the washroom, pushing away bloody and sticky clothes.
Fast walking, I return Father his tool box.Father hits me. It's why I'm not allowed to attend school. Friends that see him would call the police and then I would be back at square one. We move, I get hit for
moving fast enough, I go to my room crying, I try to eat but then I lose my appetite.
Not only will people laugh at me, but they'll spread rumors, and Father would do something very irrational.
4 Hours and 45 Minutes Later…..
After Father pushes me to bury the body, shoveling over 500 times, I finally get his blank nod of approval.I have to go, before Father realizes that I've disappeared.Running up the stairs and into my room, I quickly pack my stuff. I don't take much, I shove three pairs of denim blue jeans, six differently colored shirts, two pairs of tennis shoes, four breakfast bars, five bottles of water, two flashlights with freshly new batteries, my Samsung Galaxy Prime 4,and $450 from my wallet.I stuff everything into my backpack, throwing it around my shoulder,I tip-toe down the 20 stairs. Closing the door slowly, I sprint to the bus stop. I can't take the car because Father put a tracker in it. Hearing a brake stop ahead, I speed up, I can't let him catch me.
“SARAH!”I hear him.
Someone grabs me, and I'm thrown to the ground.
“Ahh!”I groan in pain.
“You shouldn't have done that!”I feel pain on my left cheek, taking my hand I feel something wet under it.Blood!
This is it, Father’s going to kill me, I just know it.
Dragging me back to the house,he throws me in this chair with leather belts tied to it.
Taking his knife, he glides in along my neck, while I stare at him and think of all I've done in my life. Will I go to Heaven or Hell?
I faint.I wake up, looking around I see that Father lays on the ground weeping.
“You're pathetic, you're nothing without mother! I see why she left you!”I say angrily.
SLAP!
SLAP!
“Please Sarah, don't do this, God will not forgive you!”Father says desperately.
“NO, BUT YOU WILL DIE, FATHER!I say.
“Your mother would be very disappointed.”Father says.
“Mommy.”I say.
“You know you were named after her.”Father says.
“No, you’re a liar, you always lie.” I say angrily.
“Is that my fault, no, because you’ve forced me to hide the truth because you couldn’t handle it.”Father says tensely.
I grab my knife, ready to end his pathetic life.
His eyes widen, but do I care, no because did he when he saw my tears and chose to ignore them?
“You deserve to feel the pain you brought to me two years ago.”I say walking closer with my deadly weapon.
“No, you did that to yourself when you refused to forgive.”Father says sadly.
“I don’t care, you’re a monster with no heart, and you must die!”I say stabbing his heart.
Seeing my Father take his last breath, I realize it was not him that was the beast, but I. I was my own enemy. It was the monster within me!
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Monster Inside Me!
Short StoryA short story about what we see, and the reality of what is really there.