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The Monster

By Sarah Dowell
October 28, 2019
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It was you. The entire time, it was you. She hoped with every fiber of her being; it wouldn’t be. We all hoped it wouldn’t be. Your smile, charisma, intelligence, charm, beauty – we hoped it wouldn’t be you. Those should have been signs, shouldn’t they? She could have seen it if she wanted. If she searched hard enough, researched more, it would have been clear.

Everything she heard, she put on the back burner. Her hope for you was blinding. Her love for you was unbreakable, and she would have given you the world. You chose otherwise. Why?

Her smile was so bright when she spoke of you. The light in her eyes was there every day. You were her reason. You gave her more hope than she had in years. You were the only thing she wanted. For a girl that had the world, you were what was unattainable. You were beautiful to her. Why?

What was it like, seeing the light in her eyes go out? It was you. We hoped you would never be the one to do this to her. We hoped to see her smile shining longer. The world was ahead of her. Her plans, her future was glimmering. There was so much for her in this world. You took that away.

You threw her away like trash when you were done. Or was it when she was done? With so many unanswered questions, we don’t know the truth. Who called it over? Who said it was the end? Was it you? Was it her? Is that why you snuffed out the light in her eyes?

We’ll never see the smile that lit up the room. It was you. We guessed for months but never knew. Until they found the corpse. Her body was decomposing, lying next to another fully decomposed body. She was left there, exposed to the weather, and dumped like garbage.

She was a person. She was human. She was loved. You were loved. The corpses lying next to one another, at least they had each other, in the end. They know the truth. The truth is finally out. There were times we saw your eyes go dark. You didn’t look human during those times.

Your aura was nothing but darkness, but we tried. We pushed forward to see what she saw. There were times we could see it. Your laugh, your humor, your smile, your smart-ass jokes were so overpowering that we couldn’t see past what it was. We knew what you were and chose not to see it.

If we would have spoken up, would anything be different, or would you have found another victim? There would have been someone else. Or would it have expedited her fate? The second she set her goals on you, her fate was sealed. You ruined her. You ruined us. What created this monster? We may never know.

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Sarah Dowell

Just a girl from the midwest with a lifelong passion for writing.

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