Isle's Monsters

Three.

I'm here because I need advice, not for anything else.
I hold the doorknob tightly as I think. It's fine. All I have to do is walk in, see what he thinks... figure it out from there.

Looking at the place, its no wonder I didn't know where it was before. It's in a rather isolated of the school. I think the fact it's close to the library has something to do with it.
I doubt any of the kids in this school need a library to do their assignments.
I doubt any of the kids in this school need a school counselor.
Except Anna, the girl's got problems.

I knock and assume the muffled noise I hear is a 'come in'. The door creaks as I push it open, the room is oddly dim and I'm assuming, dusty.
There is a table at the other side of the room. The things on it are rather disorganized. Knickknacks, odd bits and pieces, a Rubik's cube, a pencase, more pencils, only one eraser though. There's a game of chess left half finished on the other end. Beside it, a stack of cards.

What is this? A fortune telling center?
All that's left is the glowing orb.

Glowing.

My mind travels back to the diamond. I slip my hand into the pocket and give it a squeeze just to make sure it's still there.
It is.
Reassured, I steel myself and walk forward to the man on the table who has just been sitting there, watching me mentally assess his office.
I take the seat across him.

He's oddly young for a counselor. He looks like he's in his late 20's, early 30's. He has blue eyes but his most noticeable feature are the silver rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and the matching silver chain that slopes down to a curve on either side of his face.
He takes them off as I sit and place them in a glass case but the impression is already there.

"Hello. How may I help you?" He asks.
I take a deep breath, glancing around the room for some form of familiarity.
There's a stack of files art one end of the room. A  very dusty stack of files, if I might add.
One would think this fancy school would provide a cupboard for their students' information.

I glance at him and sit straight, taking a deep breath. "Do you believe in monsters?"

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He stares at me with unreadable eyes as I finish my story.
I start to panic. "But of course it could all be my weird dream... or something."
He continues to look at me like I'm some kind of specimen but I don't blame him. I'd also react weirdly if some teenager walked into my office, asked me if I believed in monsters and proceeded to say the most unbelievable story that anyone-

I have proof.

My racing heart moves even faster as I delve into my blazer pocket and touch the diamond again. I shudder and against my better judgement say "I have proof."
I need someone to believe me. Anyone.
He perks up a bit but... not enough.
Biting my lip,I pull it out. I don't place it on the table though but hold it close to me and open my palm.
The glow spreads across the room,. slightly illuminating the dim room with its blue ethereal glow which enables me to see the expression on his face.
It takes a second for me to place it.
It's the look of a man who's found what he's been looking for.

I shove it back into my pocket just as he stretches out a hand to take it, simultaneously pushing back his chair to stand.
I do the same, retreating to the door.
"It is advisable for you to submit such to the authorities." He says quietly.
"Then I will, to the principal." I say inching towards the door.
"The proper authorities. I only want to help you, Ms. Isle."

I freeze,my hand on the doorknob as I turn to look at him wide-eyed.
I didn't tell him my name.
I see him coming out from his position and wait no longer. Yanking the door open, I run all the way out.

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Things new in my life :

A) Monsters are real.
B) The school has a guidance and counseling center
C) The counselor is a creepy ass fishy crook.

D) I am either about to be in a fantasy book or crazy government conspiracy. I don't like the thought of it either way

I walk home from the park, my blazer slung over my lower arm as I walk home after a long aimless day. I didn't go to school today. I was worried about the counselor.
I don't know if he's going to come after me. I don't know if he's good or not.
I don't know if the gem is good or not.
Oh wait, of course it's not, it came from a freaking monster.

I speed up then. I need to get home soon. Really soon.
I'm not quite watching where I'm going which is precisely why I smack right into some blonde dude.
"Sorry, sorry." I say as I hold a hand out, unsure of what to do.
There's something sticky on my arm. I look up at the guy, he has a brown liquid dripping down his shirt and doesn't look happy about it.
I notice the capsized styrofoam cup in his hand and everything comes into place.
"I'm so sorry." I manage to say but he waves it away irritatedly and walks away.

I frown.
He shouldn't be that mad. The coffee was cold. There's no way he was going to drink it . But then again, his shirt..
Ugh.
I should get home. I'm too distracted to not be a hazard to the environment.
I pick up my fallen blazer and frown realizing it's full of dust and coffee.
Disgusting really, because the coffee got spilt and then it landed on dust so yeah...
I fold it up into a square so that the coffee dust part is on the inside and walk home holding it like that.

It is only when I'm in the safety of my room that I will myself to relax.
I have to go to the laundry room if I want to wash anything.
Figuring I have to wash my blazer and it'd cause more stress to wash my clothes separately, I begin to pack up my dirty clothes, turning them front out and emptying their pockets hoping for loose change, finding none.

I pile them into my laundry basket and pick the blazer so I can do the same.
My hand reaches into the pocket as my brain whirs in search of a good hiding spot then I freeze, feeling as if someone has poured a bucket of cold water over me. Nothing.
I

stuff my hand into the other pocket, hoping I've mistook which one is which.
Still nothing.
I check my room floor then search myself all over.

I retrace my steps all the way back to the park, ignoring the questioning looks I get as I pass until finally, stunned and drained, I plop onto a random bench and hold my head in my hands as the couple beside me give me a vexed look .
It's useless.

It's... gone.