The Beast Inside

A Story by Charles Cas

It is a beast very few of us will ever encounter.

Ever since I was very young I’ve felt it inside. I’ve felt it during the day and I’ve felt it during the night. Sometimes I would think I was rid of the beast, but low and behold there it was again. I have tried my best to suppress this burden to no avail. Only I know of its existence and it suffocates me.

If it were not for this beast I would be average, and I somehow cannot imagine an existence such as that. I do not know what average is and there is a good chance I never will. Whenever I open my mouth the beast is present, and I do not know how to cage it again. I feel as if this beast is my commander and I it’s recruit.

I sometimes wish I could confide in someone about the beast, but I know that this is not possible. It will never be possible. How can anyone sympathize with the host of such a terrible beast? My subconscious knows only the beast and not me. When I stare into a mirror it is the beast that stares back at me.

I’ve given up hope; there is no way of dis-burdening myself of this creature. I will live the rest of my days awaiting the day that I am fully consumed by this monstrosity in me. If I am to be overcome I will not make it easy. I will fight this beast to my last breath.

I have decided to take my fight one step further. I have finally found the person that can rid me of this beast once and for all. Tomorrow I will meet with this miraculous individual, and I hope that it will be the last time I feel this thing inside of me. Tomorrow I will attempt to rid myself of my stutter.