GUARDIAN DEVIL I

They say you’re pronounced dead once your heart stops beating, yet this wasn’t the case for Logan. At school he would write his depressing poems with anonymous signature. Little did he know walls have ears. Everyone knew it was his. Most of them made fun of him while others called him names and ‘attention seeker.’

The filled pages that were once empty felt the pain of his bleeding ink. Whatever the response he got from his schoolmates, made him stop writing yet the book and the pen felt his loneliness like a buried empty coffin.

A teacher once approached him, asking him to get a therapy session in the school which he did without hesitation. He tried to open up but got choked in his own words. This seemed too much for him. He gave himself a halt in attending the sessions.

He was just a ten year old junior high student who knew nothing, about life. His life was always a one way traffic-home to school to home. Everyday, he walked down the street wishing someone would see him and hear his tormented soul screaming out for help or maybe get a hug and hear a whisper, “It’s just a nightmare boy, you are going to be alright.”

Sadly, the reality of his lonesome life was like a nightmare dressed in a day dream, walking home to a guardian father who was ever drunk and would sometimes wrestle Logan for nothing. Logan would then run for his innocent life into his room and lock himself from his father’s rage and fury.

One day, Logan fell asleep in his cubicle room and forgot to lock his door. When his drunk father arrived back late at the wee hours of the night, he realized Logan’s door wasn’t locked. “This is the perfect timing” he thought to himself as he entered the room full of smiles. In the dark, he grabbed him by his neck, frightened Logan screamed on top of his voice but no one was there for him. He made him draw seven pose  and molested little Logan. 

That reality became a recurring nightmare. Who could he call, if the only place to feel safe turned out to be his slaughter house and his guardian angel into a beast disguised as human? How was he going to speak of this? What of his dignity as a boy? What would people think of him? If it were you, what could you do?

                                                TO BE CONTINUED...

BY BRIAN MRIRA

mrirabrian@gmail.com

ORIGINAL STORY BY

EMMANUEL KOMORA

@merlthepoet