Lonely, lonely, lonely...so lonely. 

So boring.

No one to talk to, no one to touch, no one…

Oh, that child can see.

They can.

They see.

Human children are so small and adorable, and this one can see me; finally, I no longer have to be alone. 

I wonder if they’ll let me touch them, how I yearn for it. 

To talk, to be seen, it is such a rare thing nowadays.

Oh...they’re scared.

Their eyes look cold and full of contempt, before I could even talk they ran away.

So sad.

So hurtful...

Maybe I should eat them.

XXX

They’re here again, how exciting! I wonder if they’ll talk to me today- oh, they left.

I wonder if I’m such a scary being for them to run away with such hurry.

Is it my pointy fangs and long claws? No, they can’t be, they look fine, besides there are beings out there with much sharper fangs and even longer claws. I’m not scary.

I’m not scary.

They’re just rude little children, and rude little children get eaten.

XXX

The child is crying.

Why is the child crying?

Are they ok?

If I show up will I help?

No, I’ll make it worse, I can’t.

I’m not hungry today…

XXX

Other children are pushing the child to the ground; rotten little maggots, how dare they?

Jamie, creepy, disgusting, little Jamie they call her.

They kick, they punch, always in a group, and I wonder which should I eat first and which should I eat last.

I come out of my tree and stand above them all, Jamie flinches terrified, but the rest have no reaction to my presence.

For the first time I hear her speak, stop she yells with her little lungs, and she’s looking straight at me.

I don’t understand.

The other children think she’s talking to them, and don’t appreciate her yelling, so they keep hurting her.

Confused, I push them all away hard enough they fall to the ground.

Their fear gives me such joy, and I consider eating at least one of them, but they scurry away like little cockroaches before I have time.

Maybe now Jamie will talk to me, maybe she’ll be my friend.

Oh...she looks distrustful and afraid.

Why?

I try to get her up, but she flinches again...right, I shouldn’t touch her.

Why does her fear make me sad?

I stand there while she runs away once again.

XXX

I look after her, without showing myself, but she’s always sad or angry anyway.

Time passes by so quick, and she grows so much, but she’s still unhappy.

I wonder, when will I be able to talk to her?

When will she stop running away from me, us?

I’ll wait a bit longer.

XXX

Once upon a time there was a monster that had saved Jamie, but still she couldn’t trust them.

Once upon a time there was a monster that kept himself hidden - fairly badly, but oddly adorable - while looking over Jamie, but still she was afraid.

Once upon a time a monster patted her hair softly, and Jamie cried, for her heart was finally open.