Monster: Sequel To "Relax..."

23: Easel

~ Yomi Moon ~

When I wake up, my head is pounding. I groan, slowly trying to pick my heavy body up on my weak, shaking arms. then I realize it's dark, and I'm on the ground. Cold cement. I rub my eyes, trying to hurry the process of them adjusting to the dim light I see coming from in front of me. After letting my body rest a little, I slowly get up, walking towards the light.

Before I can make it, I hit a seemingly invisible border. I move my hands around, before realizing they're just bars that blended in with the dim setting. I pull on the bars, finding the barricade locked. Fear slowly starts to eat away at my heart, making me start to slightly panic.

I yank on the bars furiously, before kicking it. It does me no good except a sore toe.

"Hello?! Hello, let me out!!" I scream, putting my face in between the bars. I receive nothing but silence. I continue screaming, with the same result.

I collapse on the ground, my throat aching and my hands hurting from gripping the bars so hard. I rest my head against the cold metal, a single tear sliding down my face.

I should've just went along with Kai and the rest of them in the beginning. Kai probably put me down here because he realized he didn't love me and I didn't love him. They're probably going to just let me starve down here until I die.

I'll never make it back to Jackson.

I think that's what really hurts- I'll never be able to see the only person who's been my family for, years. He means everything to me, even all his stupid friends. Well, they don't mean as much to me as Jackson, but they still mean a lot.

I remember when I first met Jackson.

~ 3 years ago ~

I rush towards my next class, clutching my books in one arm and my new, fresh easel in the other. "Shit, shit, shit," I chant quietly, hoping I won't be late for my class. I was already late for the first two, I will not be late for this one too. I'm in art class, but it should be fun. the only let down is this huge easel required.

I see the class and smile, knowing I won't be late now. Oh, how I know I wont be late for this- My thoughts are interrupted by a loud, booming, "YAHHH, LOOK OUT!!!" And the next thing I know, there's a body on top of me and all my things are angled strangely under my body. "Ow, fuck, are you kidding me," I groan. "Get the hell off of me!" I demand angrily, hearing the clock in the courtyard go off.

I'm late.

The person on top of me groans, rolling off of me. "Yah, are you deaf? Did you not hear me yelling for you to move?" he laughs, not sounding at all worried that we're both late for class. Looking up at him, I try to contain my laughter, failing. He frowns, confused. "What? Why are you laughing?" I point, letting my laughter out. "Y-your HAIR! It's horrible," I laugh, feeling the comings of a six-pack.

(I personally didn't like his hair Stop Stop It era, but in that picture ^^ it doesn't look bad. Let's just pretend that Jackson is actually capable of bad hair okay okay)

He looks really hurt and offended, holding a hand to his heart and his hair. "Okay, um mean," he says, pouting adorably. I roll my eyes. And while doing so, they land on my easel. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. It's ripped right down the middle, from the bottom to the (SKKYY! Okay, I'm done with my commentary) top. My eye twitches as I look to him.

"YAH YOU PABO! YOU RUINED MY EASEL, I SHOULD KILL YOU!!" I screech, swinging my bag to hit his heavy ass. He yelps, trying to get away from my attacks. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, maybe you should've gotten out of the way! Okay, no no NO I'M SORRY!" he screams, running down the hall and away from me. I glare after him, picking up just my stuff and walking into the class.