You're Not A Monster Novels & Stories

The least that I can do is tell you the facts and that is what I am telling you now and right here , we are not normal human beings and all our lives we have been trained differently and greatly different from a normal human being . I will never be normal my dear friend , I know that you are playing a good job making this happen but I don’t think that this wood happen , I don’t think that it’s going to be true , and you are skipping that part of it because you don’t want to accept that it’s is what we truly are , but that’s just the truth and it’s nothing but the truth , we are monsters , that’s what we would always be , I thought that it was time that you accepted that fact and if you final

“I had to. I had to take you away from them...They are the monsters, not you. You don’t have to try to take your life away...They are the monsters, not you...” Those last words echoed in my ear like a gentle whisper, the sound of his soothing voice and the smooth vibration of his chest caressing my back lulling me even further away from reality, until everything slowly faded to darkness.

If only he would let me console him. "I am evil, Princess. I do not deserve you. I am a monster. Please don't come too close." "Morpheus, you are not a monster. I know you are not. A monster does not save people. A monster does not put his life on the line for people."

Instead, she whispers something that nearly tears me in half. “But I am.” I shake my head immediately, leaning closer, forcing her to hear me, even if she doesn’t believe it yet. “No. You’re not. You’re still Veyra. You’re not a monster. You’re not some story told in fear. You’re still you.”

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

“Then what?” “I’m afraid you’ll prove them right.” I frowned “what do you mean?” “I mean that you’re more powerful than any of them,” he said. “ and they do not know what that means yet.” The silence stretched. My heart pounded. “Then why not keep me locked up?” I asked. “Keep the monster in me caged.” He looked at me “Because you’re not a monster. And because monsters don’t scream in the woods at midnight. So I can’t do that.”

Was this how Aera saw me? 'This is the real you,' Aera continues while the images continue to appear. 'You aren't the monster Barren is trying to make you out to be.' Monster… That word is so loud, and it makes my heart squeeze painfully as all the voices from the past begin to echo it again and again. No, I wasn't a monster. I was far from that, and I fought each and every day to make sure that I didn't end up like everyone claimed I would.

Shit, why am I even surprised by that with the kind of parents I have. "They said you're a monster. You don't look like a monster to me." His voice broke into my train of thought. This fool! How could he still say I don't look like a monster when I just literally told him the shackles binding me were the only thing stopping me from draining his blood? He was obviously too innocent to understand that real monsters don't look bizarre and deformed. Real monsters are real people. They're family. They're your mother, father... The people who are closest to you.

I believe that, deep down to my core, even if I can’t explain why. “I’m not afraid of you,” I tell him, hoping that the words offer the comfort that I want to give but struggle with how to convey. He turns away from the window to look at me. His eyes refocus, coming back to the present. “You should be,” he says. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a monster.” “You aren’t,” I say too quickly, then relent, because that’s not entirely honest. “You can be. But you can also be kind and gentle…”

I asked as I stare at them blankly. "Because you're a monster freak can't you see it? You're a monster! You're not human! So why can't we be afraid of you? Why are you still here anyway? No one wants you here! You should die because you're a pest! Monster! Demon!" Lea replied. "How can you say I'm a monster? Are you a God or something?" I retorted. "I don't need to be a God to tell that you're a monster. Only blinds can't see that you're one," Lea said.