Hollywood Undead |One Shots|

Charlie Scene- My Monsters

Jordan's POV (This was more philosophical than intended, so I'm sorry if you don't agree with it.)

Through the sadness and pain in my life, it's hard to find someone you can really trust. The guys were supportive, but it wasn't enough. I think that I'm better off alone and not wanting anyone to figure me out.

Yet, I want someone to. I want someone to know that I'm depressed and know how to handle it. Not just some person that I pay to help me cope with my problems.

I leaned against the front of my car and stared at the view where it overlook Hollywood. Moments like these, I need a drink or something to make me feel good and forget everything. I sighed and crossed my arms and thought about where my life started to go wrong.

"Excuse me." A soft voice spoke, calmly I looked at the girl in front of me. "Do you mind if I take pictures here?" She smiled while holding a camera in her hands.

"Go ahead." She thanked me and started to take pictures at the City of Angels, more like Demons. I couldn't help but to glare at the city, and how she could easily take pictures without knowing what really goes on. "Why are taking pictures of that shit hole? It's a living hell being there." Speaking on impulse. She looked over her shoulders and thought about her answer for awhile.

"It's true that it's a shit hole, but there's always something beautiful about it." I scoffed at her response. What the hell is so beautiful about Hollywood?

"What makes you so sure? There's drug dealers and gang members walking right pass you without you knowing." She stood there and looked at the city.

"Well, that's makes it part of Hollywood. That's what it makes it unique. Even though there's a curtain of becoming an instant celebrity, seeing the real thing is better than seeing a fake. It goes the same way with people. Would you rather know someone who wears a mask everyday with an empty smile or someone who's emotions are real with real feelings?" She had this look of longing while staring at up the clouds. "Everything holds beauty, even the flaws." She turned around and walked backed to her car. She looked at me and rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry I rambled on." She stepped into her car.

"Wait." Her head looked up and her (h/c) hair blew with the breeze. "If you really think that everything has beauty in it, what about after a storm or a death of a love one?" That last one slipped and I felt muscles stiffen. She placed a finger on her chin and thought about her answer.

"Well, the storm can bring out the kindness in everyone to come together and help each other. Death doesn't mean that everything along with them, dies along with them, even your memories with the person. The good things they did pass on and stay alive, same goes with the bad; so you can learn their mistakes and don't do the same. Also, you can know how or why they became who they were." What she said somehow lifted the anger and sadness, like she said the right words without knowing.

"Oh." I'm so stunned that I couldn't think of anything to say that I looked at the dirt. The sound of a car door closed and approaching footsteps grew louder. I looked up and saw her angelic face and some sadness in her eyes. "I- uh.." She smiled, the sight made me wonder how she can be so optimistic and kind.

"Did I say something that was offensive to you?" She asked, clearly worried. I shook my head no. "Oh ok, I seen that you stiffen when you mentioned death." I looked at her from the corner of my eye and my curiosity grew.

Since that day, I would've never thought that her words would have such impact on me. That day we talked and talked till the sunrise. We laughed, we cried, we argued. Our bond together grew deeper to the point I asked her to be my girlfriend. Girlfriend doesn't seem like the right word, there's not a word to describe how much she means to me. I did things I thought I never would: cooking breakfast, leaving love notes, or buying meaningful gifts.

There were days when my monsters crept into my head and filling me with thoughts.

She doesn't love you, she'll just use you like the others.

She only here for your money, so why buy her a ring?

See how she's looking at that guy, they must be doing things.

I pulled hair to stop the thought coming in and paced back and forth in our room. Tears from the past came back, I growled trying to forget it and not let anymore tears come down. It's been like this when things between us got serious. I hid this part of me from her, mostly it's because of my pride.

"Jordan?" I stopped, slowly looking over my shoulder. She stood there with a worried look with her hand close to her chest. I looked away and crumbled to the floor and quickly wiping my wet cheeks. (Y/n) sat in front of me, I refuse to let her see me like this, to let her think that I'm weak. I don't want her to become one of them.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." I told her in my best voice, still looking away. My hand was embrace by soft one, making look at her. She brought my hand to her cheek and looked at me with sad, red eyes. What she said made me washed away my painful memories and monsters.

"I see your monsters, I see your pain.
Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away." A single tear slid down my cheek and she wiped it away. "I'll be your lighthouse. I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters I'll stand there so brave and chase them all away."

With her saying those words to me, it made me understand why my heart chose her to fall for.

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Inspired by the song Monsters by Timeflies.