Monster.

"How do you want to die?" he asked me.


I slowly turned to him, smiled, and said.


"Spectacularly."



He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the field that lay before us. "Interesting answer.." he said with a scoff. I bit my lip suppressing my smile and looking down into the tall blades of grass surrounding my feet.


And that's when he took the first blow.

In a flash his fist collided with the side of my cheek. The few teeth I had exposed just seconds earlier, in shock, sank harder into my lip. The salty stench of blood overwhelmed me. I cried out softly, touching the side of my face. I turned back to him, his entire disposition changed. The murder behind his eyes terrifying. He pulled his clenched fist back again and the manic frenzy began. Blow after blow. I lost count.

"Is this spectacular enough for you?!" He spat out.

* * * * *

My eyes fluttered open. A mouth full of blood and bits. He was gone. It was done. My chest rattled as I gathered my breath. The pain was searing, both hot and cold at the same time. I lay in a mangled pile upon the grass, which was now wet with my blood. The Devil and God raged inside me. I knew better than this. "I don't trust him." was the only thought that lingered as the stars twinkled and danced millions of light years away. I had not seen what everyone else had. That mask he wore had been ripped from his face, to reveal not the monster he had wished to become, but the one he always and forever will be.

By Rose Meza ®