Page 51 - Fallen Thoughts

The child, now completely entranced by the monster hasn't noticed the sweet

face of a friend transform into a snarl. Teeth the size of a small tree emerge and

the monster triples its size. Finally, the being unearths itself from the ground

leaving behind a vast burrow. The monster’s home. Now free from its prison it

bounds and leaps with the child, drawing it into its den, never to be seen again.

Once the demon and the young one are in the den, the gaping hole shuts over

them.

No blood, no screams, nothing is left of the child. There are no witnesses.

No one knows what happens to the children devoured by this unholy creation. All

that is left in the place of the murder is a small red flower awaiting its next prey.

Dark isn't it? Must just be a fairy tale told by parents to scare their kids from

leaving the safe confinements of their backyard, right? Unfortunately, this is no

story, I have seen children go missing far too often, I have seen the flower. I have

seen the pain, the hatred of this world. I have bared witness to the looks of crazy

people dawn when the truth is spilt. But who would ever believe a story about a

flower that turns into a monster. But I know it is true.

I am the only child to have escaped. And now I have vowed revenge on the

demon for taking my happiness away.
For ten years I have suffered the loss of my younger sister’s death. I

watched as she was torn apart, I watched as my family called me crazy, I watched

the hatred of this world manifest into a demon that devours innocence. I have seen

this ugly world for what it truly is.

You see, the flower is no spawn from hell, sent only to cause pain for its
own well being, it is a creation of humankind itself. After how many deadly wars,

after how many hate crimes that spread across this world, what amount of suffering
will people need to feel to understand the fruitlessness of hatred? How long will it

take for people to stop hurting each other? Idiots, all of them.