The beast stares at her through sad eyes. Tears stain the fur around them. Sally stays frozen in her place staring at those eyes that seem to have changed. They don’t look as menacing or frightening anymore. To her, they appear to be more human.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asks.
He keeps his eyes on her and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know,” his voice raspy and deep.
Sally opens her eyes wide in astonishment. She didn’t think he was capable of speaking. His words might sound forced and a little slurred, but they are words nonetheless.
“Is this your home?” she asks, staring at the house.
He nods in reply. She looks past him, catching another small glimpse inside the house. There are so many memories this house holds for him. Things he would like to forget. The fighting, the screaming in the middle of the night. He hates thinking about his life, but he can’t seem to throw those thoughts from his mind.
Sally can see he’s distraught and she takes a slow step toward him. He might bring fear to the others in the town of Shadow County, but he can no longer bring fear to her heart. She can see him in a way no one else can.
“Who are you?” she asks, standing a few inches away from him.
He looks into her eyes, then backs inside the house. She follows him back inside, listening to the floor creaking under their feet. He leads her to back to the bedroom she woke up in and goes to the dresser. She can see his eyes staring at the picture of the boy and his mother. He points one of his sharp claws at the photo and lets the sadness overtake his heart.
“That boy in the picture is you?” Sally asks, trying to understand what happened to him. “How?”
He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to say only one word, “Anger,” then points another claw to the busted window.