Arwen The Legend Of Halloween

It was the day after Halloween, and Arwen didn’t expect that her monster would be back. As Arwen stopped at the corner of her street, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Sure enough, an ominous cloud loomed in the corner of her conscience, obscured by the flitting thoughts that managed to break through her filter. She had been checking several times a day, but her monster remained like a shadow following her wherever she went. Arwen pursed her lips with worry, her blue eyes flashing in the light. Halloween was over, why was her monster still here? Arwen clenched her hands with frustration; every year on Halloween she had to deal with her past, but now it was here to stay?! It was common knowledge that monsters are controlled by a person’s
Sprinting around the street corner, Arwen ran right into a crying child. Looking closer, she saw a bruise starting to form on her thin grimy face where a man had hit her. “Stay away thief!” Spit the fuming shopkeeper. “That disgusting little street urchin better keep away unless she wants me to take her life next time!” Fighting back a swell of rage, Arwen quietly took the girl’s hand and guided her around the corner. She looked into the silent weeping face of the child, but had to look away, and started to leave. But before she could fully let go of the girl’s hand, thoughts of herself entered her head. Not too long ago, Arwen was the little girl crying in the corner. Except no one had come to help her, and she had never felt more lonely and abandoned. Sympathizing with the girl, Arwen realized what she must
She trailed her hand on the dusty door frame, drawing swirls in the dust as she did as a child. Her feet sunk in the worn olive green rug and voices from her long forgotten past crashed into her. First came a warm fatherly voice, then a laugh. “That was me, with a happy family”, Arwen thought with misery. The sounds continued, but with a woman’s voice. Next came a baby’s happy gurgle, and the contented sigh from the entire family as a whole. But Arwen felt jealousy blossom in her chest as the walls became tinted green and tightened around her. “Why did her father not pay attention to her? Was she not loved?” That night, Arwen had dreamed of horrible things, of selfish acts filled with hate and loathing. She had woken up ashamed and ready to give up her greed, only to find the baby gone. “No!” she had cried, “what have I done! my only chance, and I have failed!” Soon after, the whole family stricken with grief, Arwen’s stepmother left, her father died from a stroke, and Arwen was left all alone. She had surrounded herself in her despair, and ran away from home, with her monster following her all the way.
Arwen collapsed onto the floor, sobbing into her hands. Her tears streamed down her face, blinding her and shielding her from reality. “Are you happy with my misery!” she shouted, “what more must I do to stop this madness!” As Arwen raised her head to shout out for the third time, she saw a note.