But meeting them is unavoidable, every now and then, as a
human being, I need to and forced to face those monsters. Fear, that’s what I
feel. The moment I know that I have to see those monsters, I trained, I prepared
myself, I put on defense-mode. No, I don’t attack them, I just put on my
shield.
On the fated day, they gathered around. I see those monsters; they come nearer to me,
licking their lips, sniffing the blood stain on me. I have prepared, I stood up, put my head
against the wind, see them in the eyes. I am here, I am much stronger now, I
will succumb to your torture and humiliation no more. They tried to
scratch, a lame one, maybe they realized I am no longer a weak victim. Though some
still tried to stab me with swords, it becoming a cold fish lying dead, those
bullies cheerleaders were too afraid to add more insult to the lame blabber. I realized,
those regular monsters, they finally sense who I am.
There is this one monster, the one I fear most. I used to freak
out and cried every time I hear the hiss and rattles of the evil monster. It greeted
me, walked towards me, squeaked "Hello". It was testing the water… I need to be composed in public, I nodded coldly. The whole day, I can see the monster
kept its eyes on me, that bloody sneaky hungry eyes. It tried few times to drawn me
again with no success, until the end of the night. I was sitting alone, and the
monster crept close to me, hissed, and flicked its split tongue “Hello, how are
you? Are you fine lately…?” I smirked “Good” and look away, I gave no chance for it to voice out more blinding bull-craps. In no time, the
monster vanished.
Maybe it finally realized, I will no longer feed it… I no
longer acknowledge those monsters.
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