The wind blows in from the little crack in the window. Its hot and stuffy inside my room and the fresh air rushes in, bringing with it the smell of the rain and and the freshly damp soil. Its beautiful and it surrounds me.
I get up from my desk and open the window as far as I could. I close my eyes and stand there. Though my eyes are closed, I am looking out. Looking out from inside my soul like a caged prisoner who has not seen the sun in ages.
I feel a familiar stirring inside. I know what it is and my whole body tense. I can think of only one thing. The Rebel Monster.
The wind has revived the Rebel Monster. Its waking up, its stretching its claws. I know what will happen now, the monster will try to destroy all reason in my brain. All that I have built in my life; by careful planning and "doing the right things" will come crashing down. The monster will make me throw it all away, it will make me want to fly, do as I please, be free.
But no. I will not let this happen. Did I not defeat the Monster all those years ago? I will fight again. I will fight harder.
I brace myself and turn to face the monster within.
For a minute, I am scared. The Monster is looking at me with blood red fury plain in its eyes. I take deep breath and look at the monster in the eye.
" Hello, Monster," I say calmly. The Monster growled in response and prepared to pounce. As if I would let that happen.
"Why have you come here, Monster? Don't you remember our last time together?"
We both stare at each other, remembering our last encounter.
" I know what you want, Monster. I know you want to infiltrate my brain. You want to wipe all reason. You want me to be myself, something I have not been since the last ten years. You are not exactly my enemy, but I have to stop you. And for that, I have to hurt you."
I could see the question plainly in the Monster's eyes. They seem to say, " Why? Why are you doing this? Don't you want to be free? Look around you, all that you have accomplished these years. Did it make you happy? No. You are miserable.
Every day of your life you wake up to the same routine. You make money , go out, socialize and come home. Is this the life you planned for yourself? Where is the artist who dreamed of creating a new world? Where is that girl who believed in love, hopes and dreams? It's not too late. You can still dream, you can be free. Don't you want that?
This is too much. The monster is hypnotizing me. I feel that old self again. The girl who dreamed. But no. I could not let that happen. I had a strong secure future. I have family to think about. I will not throw it away.
I turn to the Monster. " So you want to know why I will not rebel? Well, I will tell you, Monster."
The Monster waited.
" You are very strong. You nearly defeated me this time. But you know what is more terrible, more frightening than you?"
The monster looks at me mockingly as if saying, "Who could be more stronger than a Rebel Monster?"
"Yes, it is more power than you are, Monster. Its called the Great and the Terrible Fear. See who I mean now?"
The Monster is looking at me with horror struck eyes.
"Yes, Monster, the Fear has dominated me all my life. The Fear rules my brain with reason. It does not allow me to rebel. It has complete control. I could not fight with the Fear as I fought with you. The Fear conquered me, Monster."
The monster puts down its tail with defeat. It knows there is nothing it can do against the Fear.
I could see the Monster backing off. Its eyes are growing heavy. It gives me a last look, then closes its eyes, going in a deep slumber.
A distant sound brings me back. I open my eyes. I am breathing hard and sweating, The wind has stopped now. Complete silence surrounds me. I close the window and return to my desk.
The Monster is gone...This time, perhaps, forever.
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