Oh God, help me. What happened to poor Lucies was something no one should ever have to witness. The peaceful forest, usually filled with soft rustling leaves and gentle sounds of nature, suddenly became a place of cruelty and fear. A group of people had surrounded Lucies, and before anyone could understand why, they began beating the helpless monkey. It was shocking, heartbreaking, and incredibly painful to watch. Lucies cried out, not in anger, but in pure terror and agony, desperately trying to escape.
Each desperate attempt to move only showed how weak Lucies was becoming. The once lively, playful monkey who loved climbing trees and chasing sunshine now lay trembling, breathing heavily, eyes full of confusion. It was as if Lucies was asking, “Why? What did I do wrong?” But there was no answer, only more pain and heartlessness. Nature teaches animals to fear predators, but how could Lucies ever expect danger to come from humans?
Eventually, the attackers left, leaving behind silence—an eerie, heartbreaking silence broken only by Lucies’ faint, struggling breaths. The body lay still, barely moving, the world spinning around in darkness. It was almost impossible to believe such cruelty could exist. The forest, which once protected life, now seemed like a witness to suffering.
Other monkeys slowly gathered nearby, cautious yet deeply concerned. They did not understand human anger or cruelty; they only understood fear, loss, and loyalty. Some paced nervously, others watched with sad, worried eyes, hoping Lucies would somehow stand again. But Lucies was too weak, too hurt, barely clinging to life. The air felt heavy with grief.
Moments like this remind us that animals feel pain, fear, and sadness just like we do. They love their families, seek comfort, and simply want to live peacefully. Lucies did nothing to deserve such brutality. It was not just a beating—it was a betrayal of kindness, a reminder of how cruel some hearts can become.
Yet even in this darkness, there was a quiet hope. Perhaps someone kind would find Lucies. Perhaps help would come. Perhaps healing, even if slow, could begin. Because Lucies did not deserve to die alone, scared, and broken. Lucies deserved compassion, care, and another chance at life.
With every trembling breath, Lucies silently begged for mercy, for love, for life to return to the gentle days before cruelty arrived. All anyone could do was hope—hope that somehow, help would come, and that this innocent soul would not fade away in pain.
