Oleander woke up feeling strange, almost as if she was safer than usual. She felt oddly comforted, warmer and as if the blankets were tighter around her than normally. It reminded her of something she did not want to think about, it reminded her of how she felt when Trent would tuck her into bed when she was a child. She leaned back into the warmth behind her and sighed, she couldn’t help but let the memories of Trent before she realized he was a monster trigger her into a new train of thought. She had no idea how they were going to fix things, but she knew she had an eclectic group of friends, and that hopefully the combination of them would work together in a way that ran smoother than their friendships.
Valerie was an achiever and Rebecca was a partier, Trina was excessively studious and Oleander was well she just Oleander the girl with the monster under her bed.
Oleander really hated herself in that moment, she was not anything special she was just in an interesting situation. A situation that felt a lot like insanity, if it was not for her friends having witnessed everything that happened last night she would not believe herself. She hadn’t been sure whether to believe herself or not, she knew she was scared but she had been debating whether or not she had a reason to be; now she was certainly sure that there was something in her room. “Trent.” she thought with a shiver, it was still surprising to her that something so beautiful could be so frightful, before she had seen him in his monster form, she had thought he resembled a fairy tale prince. With his dark slightly wavy hair and deep dark brown eyes, and pale skin over high cheekbones, if she was going to be completely honest with herself, Trent had looked a lot like Ian, only darker.
When she was a little girl she had that silly idea that she would grow up to marry Trent, he was probably her first love. Love in that way that was pure innocence and happiness, love without all of the things that so often accompanied it in adulthood. It was a love that was solely based on books, cups of tea, and comradery. He was the charming prince and she was the beautiful princess and the only hardship in life was that her parents thought she was weird. Now, everything was a complicated mess and her parents still thought she was weird.
She was weird, she thought with a melancholy sigh. Her life was feeling pretty jacked currently. She could not stop from wondering if Ian thought she was weird, did her friends also think she was weird? Would she ever grow into her quirks and develop into an attractive normal person? She was not feeling very hopeful towards the odds of that actually happening. She really wanted Ian to come to the party on friday, and maybe even saturday’s kickback depending on how things went. In fact she wanted that more than she wanted to get rid of Trent, she was not sure why she felt almost hesitant to expel Trent from her life. She stayed almost completely still in her bed and let her thoughts wash over her and pull her down while she attempted to figure things out, after a few moments she sat up and fumbled around reaching for her phone that was on her bed, lost somewhere in her mess of sheets and blankets. She sent a mass text to her group of friends,
There is something we have to do before we can vanquish Trent.
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The Patron Saint of Monsters
Teen FictionA girl falls in love with the monster under her bed.
