I always had my sister, brother, or my father was always near. But I would always feel his presence. I would also hear his whistles from far away, as though he was telling me he was there, that he has never forgotten about me, I know he listens to me. The more I grew, the more my beauty grew with it. And I felt him even closer, like he could jump out any minute. He was possessive and I noticed, eventually the rumors about this creature stopped, he was too busy bothering me that he didn’t have time to stalk anyone else, my whole family kept it a secret, my father feared the worse if someone found out, they would call me a witch or think I was possessed with the devil or something. Sometimes the Cipitio was careless and he would come out when my family was there, he was relentless with spending every tiny moment with me. In fact the other day by the river near my house, I saw him? There were ashes from where people had a fire last night and he ate the ashes? The site sent shivers up my spine, he just bent over on his knees and ate the …show more content…
There were so many rumors that I was witch and what not. Tt seemed as though every girl in Central America, in El Salvador, in my town, had a boyfriend, and many friends? I felt my face get hot. Why won’t any boy bother to look at me! Why won’t any girl be my friend. I began to have doubts, maybe it wasn’t the Cipitio, maybe it was just me, if no guy talks to me or ends up getting scared I’m probably ugly! One afternoon as I gathered the clothes from the river after they had been dried, I looked up and saw a young man fishing. He was beautiful! My heart jumped and I could hear it say to me,
“That’s the man! It’s him I want to spend my days with.”
He looked at me, jerked his head and turned around fast. I could feel my face get red with anger, he had done terrible things, This Cipitio… But this time he done it, he sent me over the edge.
“Why do you do this to me! I know it’s you, I hate you! Go