The Man Who I Call Father

*We all are monsters, playing with the monsters under our bed*

That woman is my mom. No wonder she didn't hurt me, but she haunted me, and I never came to know the reason why she did that. Her name was Julia and my dad's, Mr Hubrickson.

*At the age of 11, I never knew what was right before me was a new turning point that none would like to personify.

It was 5 pm and everyone was busy with something of their own. I was seated alone at one corner of the lobby's gate. At first, I didn't take much notice of what was right beside me, but when I did, I was utterly shocked and perplexed too. There was the tree, the same tree where was mom's body was thrown and to my astonishing self, it was still there, but she was sitting and laughing. To me, it was quite loud, but probably nothing to the others.

They didn't see or hear her, and I assumed that they could only see her if she made herself visible to them, which was surprisingly correct. I asked her to come down and play with me, the fool I was at that time, but she refused, made a growl at me and jumped towards me. I don't know why but I felt scared, though I wasn't supposed to, but why wasn't I supposed to or was I supposed to be? I didn't open my eyes for some time, but when I did; she was nowhere to be found. But what I found instead was me sitting on the ground and my knees were bleeding. It seemed weird for them to bleed, of course, it's weird, they're not supposed to be bleeding because I knew that I didn't get myself involved in anything that should make me hurt myself, but then how? I looked to my right to see another figure walking towards the ally, "HE" was different. It was a man, dressed in all black, but the clothes were torn and falling apart every time he bumped into something.

I always went down to the hallway, the same place where I first saw her, but she was nowhere to be seen. When I came back to my room, I saw him staring at me and he held the knife like the kids always said. He smirked at me, then expressed an evil grin and made a run at me.

I never felt this scared in my life as I did that time. When my mother ran at me, I was never afraid. He gave me a feeling that she would never hurt me. I ran and cried out loud, hoping that someone would come and luckily someone did, my attendant. I turned back to look if he was still there, but he wasn't. My nights passed this way. He kept on making a run at me and I kept on running and screaming and each time it happened, my attendant would come and each time I looked back, he was nowhere to be seen. It sometimes made me think that they're scared of the attendants here and this remained from my perspective till 12. Once I saw him, as the last time, walking towards the alley, but this time, I saw only one of his hands and the other was just half. It made me wonder who was it and I came to believe that it was my mom and it soon was confirmed at 13. I was there again and so was he; he made a run at me and I ran and cried but no one came but my mom and she cut off his other hand.

*I remained close to what I felt like I should be, but it all came to me as a mere disaster.

"Mama, who is he?" I asked her, hoping to communicate with me the way I was expecting her to and, to my surprise, she did.

"He's you Father" she spoke nonchalantly and not even making eye contact. She seemed unbothered by the question and so I asked her more.

Why are you like this," I didn't intend to ask this, but it was at the tip of my tongue and spilled itself out, at first, I didn't consider it as much of a big deal but her words made me take it to that way. "Ask no more or you shall see my wrath". She looked and gave me her final intense gaze and then disappeared into the thin air.