I'm in love with the Monster under my bed

What are you?

Derek sighed, "Mom, please let me go on this trip." he begged. "I promise you that I won't get into trouble. It's a school trip, you're really going to make me skip school?" Derek's mother was wiping down the counter as he spoke. Tossing the wash cloth onto her shoulder, Derek's mom crossed her arms and gives him a hard stare.

"No, Derek. You know exactly what is going to happen. The trip is to an A.G. building." She exclaimed.

Derek wanted to go to the field grip to the American Government building that the school was getting a tour for. And his mother demanded he didn't because of their abilities. If a human were to go to the building it wouldn't be a problem. But he wasn't a normal human. For some reason, ever since he was younger, Derek could manipulate things, he could see things people couldn't see, and he could sense things that others would never see coming.

He wanted a normal life. His mother said he was having one by keeping his powers a secret and that if he were to tell people about his ability, he'd be taken to experiments from the government. But Derek didn't want to live in fear.

"What are the odds the government find out about my abilities while I'm there!" Derek moved to the center of the kitchen so his mother couldn't ignore him. "It's not like I'm going to walk into the building and use my ability for everyone to see. I have more of a chance for that in public then I do in the A.G. building."

His mother turned around to him, her hand holding a knife from cutting tomatoes and she hissed as she spoke. "Do not speak to me as if I am an idiot! I am your mother and I know what is best for you." She slammed the knife on the cutting board and glared at Derek. "In your bedroom now. I don't want to see you until supper. Go."

Derek frowned angrily and turning around, stomping off and snatching his bag as he makes his way to his bedroom. He slammed the door and locked it, sinking his bag to the floor and making his way over to the desk. He sunk into the chair and furiously typed away on his computer for a solid twenty minutes. 

Finally, Derek realized he was much less angry and more frustrated of the lack of independence he got from his parents. And the worst part was he was lonely. He didn't have anyone to tell him he was perfect or comfort him through these times. And he couldn't tell his friends of his abilities. He was alone, he wished he could accept it. But now he had nothing left to write on his laptop, so he was now going to instead sleep. 

But then he felt it. He felt the feeling of being watched from the shadows. He stood up and began closing down his laptop, trying to pretend he didn't just tense up. 

Get to sleep, Derek. It's just an odd feeling, just your abilities playing tricks on you. Just sleep it off like you usually do.

Then he took a few steps towards his bed, and stopped. It's near the bed. Whatever he was feeling only got stronger as he moved towards the bed. He wanted to run, wanted to hide, but all he could do was stop moving and stare towards bed.

"W-who's there..." Derek's voice shook with fear and he reached to touch his bed. 

Suddenly, a pitch black hand came out of the bottom of the bed and grabbed Derek's ankle, yanking him down. Derek let out a scream as he hit the floor, clawing at the floor and kicking down towards the thing that grabbed him. he got loose for one second and managed to stand to run towards the door. 

And as his hand wrapped around the doorknob, he was yanked back and a hand wrapped around his throat. He could feel the long claw-like nails, sharp even though they barely touched their throat. Whatever was pulling him farther from the door was threatening him. Like it was telling him to keep his mouth shut.

"Don't move human." The low deep grumble in his voice made Derek shiver and he tensed. It wasn't like he could move.

"Please don't hurt me," Derek begged as he could feel himself being pulled to the bed. He was confused and scared as he was placed onto the bed but not let go.