Real Monsters Don't Hide

Ella was a normal girl, she was 9 years old, and she was only a couple months away from her 10th birthday. She was a wonderful kid, she always had a smile on her face, long and curly blonde hair, and she had an affinity for bright dresses. She was, without a doubt, the most adorable, and innocent thing living in her town.
But not everyone in her town agreed with that. In fact, most of the town thought that she was cursed, or simply accident prone.
But these were no ordinary accidents. She never tripped on the playground, she never smashed a vase while running down the hall at full speed. She was as graceful as any dancer.
The accidents that occurred around her were hideous, almost too disgusting for words. On a visit to the mall with her mother, a roguer drive nearly smashed her into a wall, but she developed a sudden urge to skip forward, she did, and the driver met another target.
The sound of metal giving way and bending into shapes no one could think of, the car smashed into a brick wall, full force.
But that wasn't the only sound she and her mother had heard that moment, a gurgling cry, barely audible over the sound of the metal of the car breaking, from a man cut in half by the car. The lower half of his body was left mostly intact, but the force at which the car hit him broke both of his legs at the knee, bending them the wrong way. His arm had been smashed to pieces, and was ripped from his body as he was sent flying, 10 to 15 meters away from the crash, right next to poor little Ella.
But that wasn't the worst part.
He was still alive, twitching, and then the gurgling noise started again, this time it was met with coughing and choking. Blood poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, and the impact with the ground forced something up his throat. The wayward organ made its escape, but it ripped his esophagus to pieces on its exit. The organ, which was presumed to be is heart, kept beating. The little girl Ella could hear the sound of the man's heart, as it kept beating, erratically and with less and less strength. He twitched for a few seconds more, his heart twitched for 1 second less.
Another time, her mother had insisted to do shopping outside of town, to avoid stares, toward the little girl that should have been dead. At this department store, a sign with a thin, steel frame hung above the entrance, it was tilted, like a guillotine blade waiting to fall. Ella's mother told her to stay put, saying she had to go to the bathroom. Ella did as she was told and barely moved a muscle, with the exception of her rapid, enthusiastic breathing.
Then she saw it, a little white rabbit at the corner of the entrance of the store. No little angel would be able to resist something so precious, she ran to it.
As she did, she heard a snapping sound, like a chain being pulled apart.
And that's exactly what the noise was, the sign, with its guillotine shape, had lost one of the chains that left it suspended from the ceiling, but she hardly noticed, and ran towards the rabbit, filled with a childish glee.
The sign fell fast, closer and closer to little Ella.
She didn't even notice when the sign took part of her hair from her.
Neither did the man in the signs path, talking on his cellphone, staring down at a cup of coffee in his hands. The sign hit the man in the face, shattering his glasses, which exploded into shards that impaled his eyes, throat, and lungs. He couldn't even see through the blood, not that he would have been able to anyway. The sign cleaved his skull into two pieces. He tried to scream, but his brain just couldn't function when it wasn't inside his head. He was dead almost instantly.
Blood flowed like a fountain from his dead body, dripping on Ella, and releasing a stream onto the rabbit, which became frightened and ran off, as any intelligent creature would do.
She stared at the rabbit as it ran, disappointed that she couldn't make a new friend. Her mother came jogging out of the bathroom and squeezed Ella tight.
"Oh my God, Ella! Ella! Are you okay? What happened?" The mother frantically screamed.
"I'm fine, Mommy, really. What are you talking about?" Ella said, tilting her head in confusion.
"What am I talking about?! Look! Your hair is gone, and that poor man has been killed! What happened?" Her mother was hysterical at this point.
Ella just stared at the man's corpse, and then she returned her gaze to where her rabbit was squatting. She said nothing, and she was scared and confused.
That was 2 months ago. Ella's birthday is in a few days, and she is excited, although her mother had practically lost her mind in the last week.
Her usually level-headed mother, had hired a range of bodyguards for her daughter, to keep an eye out for any potential threats. They stayed far away, hiding on roofs, in trees and bushes, with high caliber rifles. At the price her mother was willing to pay them, they were going to give it their all.
To Ella, these men were incredible, they could pick out threats from individuals who looked like everyone else, and granted them a swift death and a swiss-cheese skull. It was always a close call, because the villains they killed were always inches away from the girl and her mother.
But, being alone, and witnessing all of this death, did something to Ella. She wanted a friend, she needed a friend.
So she made one, she took one of her old socks that she found lying behind her bed, the pink and purple one that she loved when she was younger, had since lost. She drew a simple smiley face onto the puppet, and it became her best friend. She spent the week talking to it for hours on end, not caring that it never responded.
That all changed in a week.
The puppets face became smudged, the eyes looked sad, and the smile thinned at the edges, becoming smaller as time went on.
Then, at midnight, the day before her 10th birthday, it spoke.
"Hello, Ella." The sock puppet droned inside her head. Its voice was monotonous, and sad, as if it has seen the worst things in the world, and could never forget them.
Ella shrieked, dropped the puppet, and scrambled under her bed, shaking, covering her head with her hands.
"Come back, I'm not going to hurt you, sweet Ella." The sock puppet said.
"What are you?" Ella asked.
"I am nothing but a figment of your imagination, you made me Ella, and I've got a few things to tell you." It replied.
Ella said nothing, she simply nodded, silently prodding the thing to keep talking.
"Ella, you have seen countless things in your life that no one ever should have to think of. I am a culmination of that sadness and pain, and it has given me life. Through the ruthless murder of a child's innocence, I was born." The sock puppet sounded emotionless as it had before, no signs of tears, not even a voice crack, as when someone is about to cry.
Ella sat there still, listening intently, she didn't care about how depressing the thing was, she was just happy to see another creature to acknowledge her existence other than her mother.
The conversation continued, the sock puppet quoted every single incident that had ever harmed another instead of her.
"Ella, do you believe in monsters?" The sock puppet sighed.
"Yes, I think there are some in my closet." She claimed, her voice almost as dulled as the sock puppet.
"Let me tell you something very important, Ella." He said.
She listened.
She heard someone coming up the stairs.
"The world is full of monsters, but not the kind you think. The truth is, the scariest monsters don't need to conceal themselves in shadow." The sock puppet motioned to her door.
The light was on in the hallway.
She slowly opened the door, and she saw her mother walking slowly towards her room, with a plastic smile on her face.
She walked into Ella's room and closed the door behind her.
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