Untitled (Ash Monkey)

She was running, something she always did.

She kept on running up the fire exit steps until she reached the top floor. She didn’t know what she was looking for but she just wanted to escape.

She opened the top floor door and saw the first room opened. She invited herself in, swiftly so no one could see her.

There were people talking in the living room. She decided to barge in the last room at the end of the hall. No matter what’s inside, she would cut in and stay for a while. She was tired of running.

She came in and knelt on the corner to let herself breathe, but tears came flooding in. She sobbed her eyes out not minding the people inside the room.

“What are we supposed to do? My parents will kill me,” one voice said. “This was never part of the plan. What are we gonna do?”.

She forced herself to stop crying and looked around the room. A girl, same as her age, was talking to a boy – who was completely still. She knew that look very well – hopelessness.

She was wrong to think they were talking about her. They didn’t even look her way.

“ANSWER ME!” shouted the girl. The boy only looked at her for a brief moment. The girl started lashing and hurting him.

She stood up and ran to their spot, stood in between the two and pushed the girl away. She held her carefully to the door and whispered, “It’s okay. It’s okay,” until she was calm enough to leave.

The boy didn’t protest, didn’t look at her at all.

She reached for his hand and pulled him to the bed. She laid on her back and pulled him so that his head was on her chest.

He started crying and hugged her arm. She kissed his hair and told him “It’s okay,” over and over until he fell asleep.

It suddenly occurred to her that she stopped crying moments ago. That whatever was chasing her was not important and could wait.

She needed to help this boy.

But most importantly, she needs to stop (doing this to herself. ) Putting someone else’s needs before hers.

Maybe this was the last one.

Or maybe not.


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