The Monster Under My Bed

Chapter 2

'Boy's like the girls who like to get undressed before the second date, the one's who-' my alarm 'hideaway' by Dana was blasting through my phone.

I woke up, breathing heavily from my dream with Xander.

Crap, I thought.

I was so close to him opening up to me with the whole ice cream thing.

He wasn't a big tough monster, if he was, he wouldn't have a soft spot for the whole ice cream thing and hesitate to answer and shoot back a 'no'.

Xander was going to answer. I just needed more time, so that he could open up to me.

I dismissed my alarm causing it to stop blasting hideaway.

I bit my lip and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like a minute which was really about twenty minutes.

Sighing, knowing I had to go to therapy today, I through my bed blanket over and walked to where my outfit of the day was.

I put on my tight skinny jeans, a nirvana hoodie, and gray vans. Making sure I looked okay, I checked my body mirror.

I looked fine other than my hair and teeth.

Rushing to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and brushed through my knotty blonde hair.

"Rosalie!" My mom called out to me.

"Coming!" I called back.

Finished with getting ready, I trudged downstairs lazily.

I don't want to go to therapy, I thought.

It doesn't even help.

"Well don't you look nice." My mom's voice said bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I guess." I said with a shrug.

"Another nightmare?" Mom asked with a frown.

I shrugged again and said, "yep." Popping the 'p'.

"It'd get better." She said nodding her head concerned, but I knew it wouldn't. I've had these nightmares for so long that I'm not exactly sure when they started. Xander said he took a liking to me when I was one.

I wonder if he would of said 'yes' to the ice cream. If only I had more time.

*

"So, Rosie did Xander visit you last night?" My Therapist - Joey said. Joey was a forty year old therapist that got his degree from computer classes online six years ago. Don't ask me how I know, cause a ninja never tells their secret.

Joey cleared his throat loudly making my eyes snap up to his.

"What?" I asked not exactly sure what he asked.

"Did Xander visit you last night?" Joey asked, waiting with a pen and notepad in hand.

"You make it sound like he's some bad boy boyfriend sneaking in my window." I said with an amused tone.

"I - just" Joey sighed, "I want you to open up to me Rosie we've been working with each other for a year and nothing has been said in our sessions."

That was a lie. I have opened up. I said his name was Xander and that I've had nightmares about him. What else does he want me to say? That we've bonded over ice cream?!

"Well there is one thing." I said.

"And what's that?" Joey asked.

"Last night I was in a sewer. Is that normal? To - you know, dream about being in a sewer." I half said, half asked. I honestly didn't want to say anything, but I just wanted this therapy session to be over with. So, maybe saying things might get me out earlier?

"Many people dream of sewers, it is pretty normal to dream of such sorts." Joey said scribbling in his notepad nodding.

"Did Xander say anything to you?" Joey ask raising his head from his notepad.

"Yep." I said which made Joey's eyes light up at the thought of me opening up.

"He said he really likes sewers. Oh, and also Stephen Meyer's books and chocolate cake." I said smiling, though I'm sure that Joey has probably caught on that what I was saying was bullshit.

Joey sighed exasperated and annoyed with what I was saying, "How am I supposed to take you seriously if you can't even open up to me about real stuff that has happened in your dreams - nightmares." Joey said.

"The sewer part was real and I'm pretty sure he'd like Stephen Meyer's books. Oh, and chocolate cake - I mean who doesn't?" I said trying to reason.

"Okay, I think we're done for today." Joey said, closing his notepad and putting the pencil behind his ear.

*

I was back at home from the therapy session and getting my school stuff ready for tomorrow.

My mom was off at some work meeting and wouldn't be home until around maybe eight p.m. .

It was currently six p.m. and I was kind of tired from waking up over and over last night.

Maybe I should take a nap, but what if Xander bothers me again.

I sighed annoyed with the thought of Xander ruining my sleep. He's done this for so long, can't he go scare the shit out of someone else for a change?

Whatever, screw it, I thought.

I'm going to take a nap whether Xander bothers me or not!