The Monster | j.b (under editing)

Chapter 1

Cara

I hugged him as thight as I could because I was afraid that if I didn't, he'd go and jump.
It broke my heart so see people broken, sad and desperate like this.

"Come with me." I whispered hopefully, but so loud he could hear. "You won't let me say no now, would you?" He asked and I grinned. "No. Never." He sighed and dropped his head on my left shoulder. I stroked his back. I felt so sorry for him. Society broke him, tore him apart and ripped him in pieces that could only be fixed by a person. And if I had to be that person, I won't hesitate to make him happy.
At least I'll try.

"We should go, otherwise we'll turn sick", I whispered and stood up offering him my hand which he gladly took.
The rain was still pouring on us and we were soaked.

"You want to shower?" I asked and he shrugged with his shoulders. "Come on, Justin." As I said his name his eyes met mine and I saw something in his eyes. I don't really know what it was, but it looked kind of happy. "I wasn't called like that in a very long time", he murmured. "Well, you better get used to it." I smiled. "Now go and shower." He nodded and turned around to go into the bathroom. "If you go through this door-" I pointed on a door inside the bathroom. "You'll come to your room. I'll put some clothes on the bed there." He nodded again and mouthed a 'thank you'. I just smiled at him and turned around to go into the room of my brother where I picked some clothes out of the drawer and then I placed them on the bed in Justin's room. Then I went into my bathroom, showered, put fresh clothes on and then went downstairs.
I was sure that Justin was as hungry as I was. So I decided to make lasagna. I hope he was okay with that.

As I put it in the oven I could feel eyes on me. So I turned around and saw Justin standing in the doorframe. "Are you okay with lasagna?" I asked and he nodded, lightly smiling. But it didn't reach his eyes.
Suddenly he spoke up. His raspy voice getting all my attention. "Why would you help me? I'm a monster. The monster." Now it was my turn with sighing. "You are human and no monster." I said sitting on a chair. He kept quiet.
"Are you from the UK?" I was suprised by that sudden question but I nodded. "Why'd you know?", I asked interested. "You're having that typical british accent." He said and I laughed. "Oh yeah, explains everything." She answered.
"Why did you move here?" I asked and sat down now too. "Because I'm a designer and many people here buy that stuff like crazy. I get more money here than in the UK." I nodded.

"I think I did a great job." I said as I ate the first bite of the lasagna. Justin nodded and smiled.
I looked at him, nearly stared. I could see his tattoos all over his arms and on his neck. He even had to lip rings on the left side of his lower lip. He was mystery, yet beautiful. Sadly, his eyes didn't shine, they looked emotionless, nearly cold and full of hate.
I really wanted to give him the joy of life back, but how?
"Everything alright?", he asked and I nodded. "Everything fine." I flashed hime a smile.
"Would you mind if I go to sleep now? I'm tired as fuck", he murmured. "Of course."
We both went upstairs. "Justin?" I asked. "Hm?" - "Don't hurt yourself", I whispered and he turned around. "You really care?", he asked and I nodded. "Do I have a reason then?", he asked lightly smiling. I shook my head, wanting to hug him but I was afraid he would back off so I left with a smile.

The next morning I almost couldn't get myself out of bed. I was still so tired and felt like a truck rolled over me.
I suddenly got a weird feeling. Knowing I had to throw up I jumped out of my bed and ran into the bathroom.
"Do I really have to be sick now?" I asked myself, pretty pissed.
I moved my body downstairs and took some medicine. Just as I placed the glass of water back in the counter, Justin walked into the kitchen. I guess he took notice of my sickness. "Is everything alright?" He asked and I just nodded. "I guess I just catched a cold yesterday." - "Sorry", he murmured. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why would you be sorry?" I asked confused. "Because you ... you know on the skyscraper yesterday ... and the rain." I shook my head. "But that wasn't your fault. You didn't ask me for help. I wanted to do it", I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. "It's not like I'd die from that." I lightly giggled making him smile. "Should I make breakfast?", he asked and I shrugged my shoulders. "If you want. But I'd make one if you prefer it", I said looking in his eyes. "No. You better lay down." He smiled at me. "I'll find the things by myself." He added as he noticed that I was about to speak again. "Okay", I whispered. Then I turned around decided to lay in my bed again because it was more cozy then the couch.