Who I am now

I thought about for the longest. My life with my family… my wife.. And my beautiful children. Often times I'd lay in my pile of leaves crying monkey tears.

Yes I said monkey tears. Some humans are just crueler than others. You may think genetic modifications are just superhero shows but it is a thing. My family so happened to be targeted in a attempt to make animals war machines for fighting use.

In lue of this they thought turning people into monkeys would be great. I saw often people turned into monkeys and killed once they didn't live up to their “monkey business” it was a sad fact. What was this world becoming?

Just like a conscription notice each family had to give up one person and be turned into monkeys. You may think I wanted to do something heroic and risk my own life for my family however,  realistically speaking I didn't.

I didn't want any of us to be turned. I thought like any person arguing with them would work. Therefore by force the men in white tied me up with rope and syringed me with their serum.

It was not a immediate change but everyday I'd get worse and worse . People would think you'd still be accepted because the government did this to every home but once you were turned… There was no going back to your family.

I looked at the front door once more, looked at my sweet blond little son, and walked on all fours somewhere far away.

To be honest I'm not even sure where I am now. The leaves and the trees are not familiar to me in the slightest. I grew up a human. Raised a human. But now I was a monkey. Cold and alone with only leaves and the sounds of nature to keep me company.