A Faltering self (Distorted Reality book 2)

Chapter 32- Worries

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(Kalston's POV)

It's not much longer before Ema comes for Iris and I for supper. It's always early on holidays. I still find myself watching over my shoulder wondering what all surrounds us that I can't see. It hits me that Iris has always done the same. Her eyes have always wondered, and now I guess I know why.

The meal is like it usually is, Iris and I in our own little world and conversations while our parents are in theirs with a few moments with us shared as a whole. I want to ask about Mrs. Anna being upset earlier, but I know it's not my place. It was a grown-up conversation, one more specifically I wasn't supposed to hear, so I stay silent about it. I'm not even sure if I should tell Iris about it, but I know that I most likely will. I haven't ever not shared something with her so I doubt this time will be any different.

"Hey, are you okay?" Iris whispers to me in between bites of her mashed potatoes. They're her favorite.

I haven't been having much of an appetite myself so I mostly have been pushing my food around enough to make it seem as if I'm enjoying it like everyone else.

"I'm fine." I give her a smile, but she's quick to notice it's fake.

"You know you can tell me." Her eyes dart to her mom sitting on the end of the table to my left before they are back on me.

"I'll tell you later, okay?" I whisper back at her when the conversation is loud enough to mask it.

Abba seems to notice my mood. I feel his eyes on me and when I look his way across from me, he has a concerned expression before mouthing 'Are you okay?'. I nod and smile hoping it settles his worries.

Come on, do better. You're making a scene.

I realize that I've let earlier's incident worry me too much. I can't keep being worried if it's only going to make others do the same for me. Especially my parents. There's no way I can tell them what I'm actually afraid of. Being afraid of monsters when I was little was one thing, but if I told them that I'm afraid of them again...

What could they even do that I can't? And if I is right, that they've always been around, then what is there to do? If I told them what I saw, how would they react? Would they think I'm making it up, or play along like I always have with Iris? Would they care, but not truly believe that there is truly something to be afraid of?

I'm not sure what to do, but I do know that I can't tell them.

Maybe I can try to ask about things without saying I believe in monsters?

Abba talks about how the bible talks about demons, so maybe that's what the monsters are?

If I ask about them, then maybe they won't think I'm just a little kid being afraid of something not there?

I think that might be okay.