I've never been frightened of 'monsters' per-say. I do believe they exist, I just don't think they're furry and live under my bed or in my closet. You see, I knew a monster once, in fact, I loved him more than anything. He played video games with me, he spoiled me with lots of gifts and he always tried to protect me. He had deep green eyes and a smile nearly identical to my own. Every night I thanked God for my very own monster. My monster didn't have sharp talons. The only thing sharp about him was the knife that made cuts on my body. My monster wasn't green or purple. He didn't even like purple, that's why he made purples on my arms. My monster didn't scare me after I had fallen asleep, no, my monster only scared me when he came home. My monster gave me bad dreams though, so there is that. But I couldn't make my monster leave, unlike normal childhood monsters. My monster made me leave. My monster didn't want me anymore, so he made me go...
