Humphry Monologue

Unhuman Ever since I emerged from the womb, I was different. And it’s not the ‘gonna change the world’ different or having a disorder of some kind. I am different in the way I look. My mother got one look at me, after being born, and screamed with hatred, literally throwing me across the room. Seriously, I’m not joking about that. The doctors were even avoiding to touch me as I lay sprawled on the floor, crying. They believed I was diseased and I was of the devil's creation, not human at all. Only person who wanted to touch this hideous beast was Herman. He was like me and knew what it was like to be in my shoes, metaphorically at the time. Now you’re probably wondering, why did your own mother hate you just by a first glance. Well it’s due
But I have to shield my eyes due to kids being afraid of me. Some days, when I am alone in the park, I’ll take off my glasses so I can see the natural coloration of the earth. I like to watch the wind push the trees like waves. Or the water on the pond dance with delight as fish flip to the surface to catch a meal. Humphry also enjoys going to the park. I can tell he always hopes to find a juicy slug or an angry crayfish due to him bouncing up and down while running back and forth, head to the ground. I usually have a leash attached to him in case he would find a snack a few meters in front of me. I give him enough slack so he can do his own thing and I can complete mine. But today is no ordinary day. There were children screaming, pulling on their mothers shirts. Rollerbladers skidding by without hesitation. Cars yelling at pedestrians as they slowly make their way across the road. It was chaotic and I actually don’t know why I even stayed at the park that day to do my studying. Humphry was getting antsy, becoming more and more skittish by the minute. I noticed the park getting more and more alive, noise levels increasingly rising. I could barely hear my own thoughts when walking to my usual studying