There's a Monster in My Closet (Cricky) | #WattPride |

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(A/N: I wish chris was like my big brother... he would make the best older brother ever, idk maybe its just me ENJOY)

Music: Killing me Softly (by the Fugees)

*Ricky's POV*

            I don't remember how many times i had been kicked in my ribs before i was wishing that i would just pass out so i wouldn't have to feel the pain anymore. There was no doubt that at least one of my ribs was fractured and my whole right side was splattered with black and blue bruises that bloomed like painful flowers. Everytime my vision would fade to blackness, another kick connected with my sore ribs, knocking me back into consciousness like a vicious cycle.I begged for the sweet taste of unconsciousness. 

            My eyes began rolling to the back of my head, and my breathing was hitched and ragged. "Please," I pleaded endlessly only to be mocked and kicked again. My vision became fuzzy as my eyes were unfocused. And out of the corner of my eyes i could have sworn i saw a tall black figure watching me from the shadows. 

           "Hey, what are you kids doing!?" A teacher called from down the hall before running to my side, sendig the kids scrambling to get away. "Are you okay, Ricky?" I groaned, pushing my long hair, that was a little past my ears in length, out of my face. "I'm going to call your parents to pick you up." The teacher handed me papertowels to wipe the blood off my lips. "But first, i'll get the nurse."

           "No, i'm fine." I insisted, pushing myself to my feet and grasping at my ribs for dear life. They were on fire, a warm numbing pain shooting all the way up my side. I grit my teeth and walked through the pain. I just wanted to go home. 

           "Are you sure?" I waved the bleach blonde teacher,wearing heels that you could hear click against the floor from the other side of the building, away. 

            The walk home was painful. I had to stop and catch my ever fleeting breath every five minutes otherwise the sidewalk seemed to sway towards me. But eventually i managed to make it to my front door in one piece. I did my best to avoid my mom at all costs because if she saw yet another black eye and fat lip (not to mention the totally broken ribs) she would freak out and call the school and i would be labeled the school tattle tale. That's the last thing i needed.

           A stinging pain zipped through my bones with every step i took up the never ending staircase. I curse having a two story house. As soon as i got into my room i closed and locked the door, stripping off my bloodstained shirt painfully, having to peel the fabric from the blood-sticky gashes on my ribs. I winced for the millionth time.

          "If only they knew you were real." I grit while poking at my ribs, yelping every time my finger prodded at a fractured bone. I subconsciously glanced at my closet door even though i knew he wouldn't answer back. Even i started to doubt his existence. 'You just have an overactive imagination, very common for an only child.' I was told by the hundreds of therapists that my parents made me go to because they thought i was crazy.  "Yeah, that's what i thought." I bitterly commented at his silence.

          With the utmost of care, i laid myself on my mattress, gently avoiding the sore spots on my right side. But no matter how i laid, the pain managed to creep up into my thoughts. I couldn't help but whimper and bite my lip. 

          Minutes began to feel like hours when the silence started to taunt me. "Are your eyes closed?" A deep, scratchy voice emerged from my closet, nearly making me jump out of my skin. 

          "Y-yes." I don't know what i expected him to sound like, but his voice gave me goosebumps. 

           "Promise me you'll keep your eyes closed." It almost sounded like a growl.  "Promise."

             "I p-promise." I shut my eyes with such force, because looking at him was looking at medusa: you know you shouldn't do it, but it was so tempting. Then my ears perked up to the screeching of my closet door as it opened, menacing footsteps following the sound, and then a deep whoosh that i could only assume were his wings. I bit my lip until i tasted a warm drop of blood spill over my tongue. A frightening shadow blocked thw artificial light from my closed eyes and i couldn't stop myself from trembling. Im not scared of him. I told myself.

          "W-what are you doing?" With all my effort, i kept my eyes shut. 

          "Keep still." I did as i was told, feeling a large handrest against my ribs, the tiny tips of claws biting into my soft skin slightly. Then the bruised skin started to feel warm and tingly like it had fallen asleep. My nerves felt like pins and needles times ten, and i couldn't keep quiet.

          "mmm.. ha... " I moaned, biting my pillow as i felt my bones snap back into place. Then his hand left my exposed skin and the light returned to my closed eyes. "Y-you know , you never told me your name..." I kept my eyes shut.

            "Chris." He kept his words minimal as he snaked away from me.

            "I was expecting more of a badass name like "Spike" or something." I should have kept my mouth shut, but i'm a thirteen year old boy, so that's never going to happen. 

           "I'm a demon not a dog." I chuckled slightly. But then he didn't speak again, no matter how many times i called his name. I opened my eyes, even without him telling me to and searched the empty room. Even the closet door was open and my heart started pounding. Where did he go?

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Aww they're so cute XD What do you think so far? Where do you think chris went/ did he abandon Ricky?

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