TRUE STORIES

THE CREATURE

Here goes story one.

Back when I was 12 years old, I always loved to explore and have adventures. Whether anyone scares me or not I still go out like that's the bravest thing I always do. And of course it was. My house was near a forest and I usually just go in to explore with my three elder brothers. We always go around in the afternoon with packed up lunch and drinks.

We three knew about the story 'Enchanted Forest' and always had high hopes to find something extra ordinary. I was being more childish than the others, since I was the youngest and often wandered about alone. Which pisses my brothers. Especially the eldest since he was being over protective.

One day, while we were playing in the usual clearing in the forest I was given the task to go to the river nearby and fetch water. The river was nearby so I don't have high hopes of wandering about. While I was fetching water, I heard a rustling sound in front. I looked at the other side of the river. There were bushes around so I guessed it was some random creature.

Well it WAS a random creature.

Just after I stood up, I gasped as I saw something...or someone? I don't know. My heart began to beat faster than ever. I stood there frozen and unable to move. My mind was telling me to scream and run but my treacherous body just didn't want to agree.

What the hell is that thing?

It was a short little thing. Hunched and badly bruised. I sure could see fresh cuts all over its body. Its face partly burnt and deformed like. Beyond recognition. Two legs and one arm. The other arm must have been broken for it just hanged in the most UN natural way near its side. Cladded in ragged cloths and looking too alert. Those eyes though. they were telling me something. yet i couldn't figure out.

I knew something was off about that creature. What was it? Some sort of extinct creature? Or maybe another species? What was it?

It ran back into the bushes. Of course I did not think to follow that creature. I went back and told my brothers about it. They didn't believe me. I should have known. No one believes little kids. That happens in like every damn scenario. No one believes and then when whatever comes to get them, they be like 'why didn't you tell before?' and the drama.

I didn't argue much either. Didn't want them to believe what I saw. Who cares? It's my secret. And I knew I had to find out what it was.

I searched about ghosts and demons or even monsters if that makes a difference between all of them. Two days after I saw the creature again. This time it was totally wrecked. Meaning there were more bruises and cuts. I thought of the people who cut themselves because of being mentally abused. Well I can relate that to this creature or not. There were cuts goings on its hunched back too.

Clearly, I needed to help this creature. No one deserved to be abused like that. But it just got frightened and ran away.

I told my father over dinner. And he didn't believe me either. That's when I just burst out like a volcano. I didn't specifically shout or raised my voice. I said to everyone that if they don't believe me. Then I might as well help that creature myself.

That alerted everyone. And father said he will definitely do something about it. Before I knew it I was planning out what to do to trap it. And I told everyone what they had to do. Since my father was in the local police department he said he would bring some people to help me. I thought he was just playing along to convince me. Why would he suddenly agree to help then? Because of my outburst? Whatever it was. I was determined.

The creature come on Tuesdays and Thursdays. To see if I'm there. It looks at me for a quite a while. And the moment of our eye contact grew much longer. Long enough for my father and the others to wait and trap it.

The next thing I know was that I was looking at the creature from 2 feet away as it was locked up in the van. I didn't like the idea of putting it in a cage but.

Later, I was astonished when I heard the story behind that creature.

HE... was a little boy. Of age 7

And he had been living in a little cage his first five years and since he was in such a little cage, he was hunched. He was badly abused by his prostitute mother who didn't really know who the father was. Poor boy was under that bitch's evil hands. The days I saw him, was when she was away and did escape the cage. But dragged back again when she finds out.

I couldn't sleep a wink for days. I wasn't allowed to go to see him. However, more importantly I wanted to see that bitch who did that to him. I decided I wouldn't sleep a wink until I see her and just hit her. I didn't know why such a thought came to me. I just didn't want to imagine what that poor boy had gone through.

The day came when I finally saw his mother and damn her. She could never forget the karate kick followed by a slap when she fell down. Some of my father's friends were also there and grabbed me before I could do anything else.

My father was angry obviously. But what I did was worth it. I know I shouldn't be hitting people. But damn... there are some situations where you just do what you gotta do. And what I did...I never regretted it.

She was put to jail and away from the boy. It took him seven months to recover completely and guess what? I was allowed to visit him since I was the only one whom he allowed to come closer. He would show me some paintings of sunsets and I said to him 'you are going to be a great person in life'