You're so beautiful... {creepypasta}

Too Much

I wake up in my bed in Jeff's room. I look over to Jeff's bed to see if he was still asleep. Sure enough he is. I look at the alarm clock by his bed. Its only 7:23. I wonder when the creepy pastas usually wake up. It must not be that early because they stay up all night either killing, or in the rake's case, sitting on the kitchen table eating organs.

I'm kind of surprised at how alike and humans are. I thought they would be a lot more... uncivilized. I guess that's just how society teaches us not to be like them. 'Monsters are ugly and scary and uncivilized.' In reality monsters are so unique and beautiful. Well, most of them are anyway. The world would most likely be a worse place if they knew this though. I guess it's a good thing that they all think monsters are horrible. That means that the few people who come face to face with these monsters are already scared half to death.

The plan works for both sides. The monsters get it easy when they kill humans because their paralyzed with fear. Then, the human world doesn't become monsters, or intrude on the monsters. They stay in their world and we lurk around in there's. I guess most of the benefit goes to this side. At least were not the ones getting murdered... yet.

Humans always find a way to ruin everything good. These monsters aren't necessarily bad, just misunderstood or mislead. So many bad things have happened to these people and I think theyre just trying to find a way to cope with it all. That is something I can understand. Sometimes you just have way too much pent up aggression and its hard to get rid of it all. Im not saying killing people is good, just, life's hard.

I hear Jeff's alarm clock go off but I don't feel like pretending to be asleep. I hear him yawn and the alarm clock stops. The room is dead silent for a few seconds. It doesn't even seem like either one of us are breathing. Did he forget that I was forced to come back? Maybe he doesn't want me here. Is he trying to tell me something? Does he know I left last night? If he does, does he know why? Is he going to ask me about it? Is he going to yell at me? Why is he being so quiet. He's just sitting there. Its so unnerving. I feel like I'm going crazy.

"Are you awake?" he asks. That's all he was trying to figure out? That whole time... well now I feel stupid for getting so worked up about such a stupid thing like that.

"Yeah..." I answer back slowly getting up from my spot on the small bed. I slip on one of his sweaters without asking his permission. I'd do the same if it were anybody else, and I'm cold.

"Sorry, my eyesight isn't the best..." He says also getting up. He walks into the bathroom and I walk in too. I grab the brush and start to brush through my hair.

Jeff puts in some contacts and puts in some eyedrops. That makes a lot of sense. That must be how he keeps his eyes wet without his eyelids and tear glands. Also, his eyes must be at least a little damaged from not being able to blink. "Are you gonna make breakfast again today?" he asks me.

"I'm pretty sure she already did." I say. I refuse to say her name. I'm so mad at her right now. I'm not going to kill her but I'm really angry. I'm never going to talk to her again. She knew I liked Ben this whole time and yet she still kissed him like that. Why did I even bring her here in the first place. "Wanna go somewhere with me. Like out to eat?"

"Yeah! Where are we gonna go? I never go places in the city's anymore! Where are we going?" I laugh at how excited he sounds. It reminds me of my little brother. He used to always get so excited over things. No matter how small they were, if he wanted to do it he was always so excited. "whats wrong?" I hear Jeff ask.

"W-what?" I ask quickly.

"You're crying..." he says slowly looking into my eyes.

"Oh, sorry..." I say and wipe my face. How did I not even realize I started crying. I'm usually so self aware. I guess I do really miss my family. I promised myself that I wouldn't be mad at Jeff, and I'm not. I just miss them. Isn't that normal.

I feel two arms wrap around me. "Please stop crying..." I hear Jeff say. "We can talk about it if you'll feel better..." I look in the bathroom mirror at him and he looks at me. Jeff is a lot sweeter then I thought he would be. And he hugging me. I look away from the bathroom mirror and into his eyes. He looks slightly down at me and I feel another tear escaped its cage and run freely down my cheek.

I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his chest. I break down and let out a muffled sob into his white hoodie. As strong as I wanted to be, it all failed. I didn't even last a week without breaking down. although, everything here has been the almost exact opposite of what I thought It was going to be. For that I'm thankful. I'm so happy here, but as hard as I try I can't forget about the place I grew up and the people I grew up with. one by one they're all leaving me. I just can't handle that.

At the same time, I have more and more people entering my life and becoming a big part of it. I just feel like someday... maybe they'll leave too.