The Little Monster I Love

Ch.1

                    As a mystery geek, you loved seeking for answers and digging up clues. I mean, it was practically in your own little origin story. December 23rd marked the day you were found as an infant in a box upon the police station's steps. From birth, your eyes sparkled with curiosity and amazement at the wonderful world around you and you carried that same curiosity and amazement everywhere you went and although it took time, you were glad that you had been abandoned because life with your adopted parents was amazing... in your dreams. The truth was that living with that mysterious scar upon your face since birth on top of being adopted proved its challenges. You didn't know who you truly were and whether or not you were intended to be named (y/n). Yes, life was a mystery indeed, but now being a junior in high school, you hoped life would simple itself out. Sure it was fun watching Indiana Jones or Sherlock Holmes, but you had hoped the mystery had stayed in those fantasy worlds, not in your actual life. Ann and Gilbert, your adopted parents were as warm and loving as frozen porcupines, but at least your friends were there for you! No, I hate to break it to you, but not too many people wanted to be friends with the weird, scarred, and adopted girl. You did have Jackson, your too attractive lab partner in chem, but the only conversation you two ended up having was, "Is this supposed to turn purple?"

                As you woke up from your slumber, you turned off your alarm, and began your descent downstairs into the bathroom. As you struggled with adjusting the temperature on your shower, you turned on some music for your adventure, then hopped in. Your shower was brisk and not at all refreshing as you had hoped it would be, but you managed to flop upstairs and change into a big fluffy hoodie and some ripped blue jeans you rolled at the end. You applied some makeup so you didn't look like a colorless ghost and threw your high tops on. You also made sure to grab your sunglasses as the light sometimes gave you severe headaches and rashes. We love being allergic to the actual sun. You took one final look at yourself in the mirror before you began your departure for school.

              I don't understand why my head's pounding, like sure I get not sleeping until two hours before your alarm is bad, but why should my body take a physical toll? and to top it all off, I'm out of coffee, nice fucking job (Y/N)! Let's just get this day over with so I can go home and waste my life away some more.

              Your day carried out as usual. Pre-AP Physics, APUSH, Yearbook, AP Chem, Dual English III, Pre-AP Pre-calc, and last, but not least, your advanced theatre class. You felt drained from all of the work you did and kept wondering why you had signed up for so many advanced classes, until you remembered that your only way out was a full ride scholarship into an out of state college. On your way home however, something felt off. You checked your pockets, yes, you had your phone. You felt your house key around your neck next to your student ID. If I have everything, why do I feel so weird?  You paused and looked around you, but saw nothing, so you brushed the feeling off and kept walking. As you arrived home, you heard screaming in your living room.

          Not again. How many times do they have to argue?  Something about this feels off though. Again, I brushed off my feelings and went into my bedroom, happily slinging the boulder I call a backpack on the ground. As I took my shoes off, I heard broken glass. Shit. I raced downstairs and saw Ann bleeding at the forehead with Gilbert's arm still risen with tension. His head bolted toward my direction and muttered through his teeth, "You get the fuck upstairs, right now." Panicked, I ran upstairs and locked the doors. Fuck Fuck Fuck! I muttered under my breath.

         I stayed there until 4AM the next day and didn't dare come out for I was a fucking coward. Ann ended up coming to my room at midnight with her head wrapped with bandages telling me things were okay, but God, I knew they weren't. They never were. She gave me that same BS speech about how married couples fight and disagree sometimes and that it was healthy and I took it as always knowing however that it wasn't true. I've never been in love, but if someone hurts you time and time again, I know it can't be real. I did almost all my homework though. I couldn't do all of it because I left my AP chem book in the cafeteria. No wonder I felt off. Luckily, it was a Saturday, so no hell for me today! At 4AM, the lack of not eating dinner had taken its toll on me, so I quietly shuffled downstairs and microwaved some oh so nutritious ramen and grabbed one of those cosmic brownies Ann hoarded. As I returned back to my bedroom, I heard mumbling in my room and quickly opened the door and turned on the lights. That was weird... I turned them back off and got into bed with my late night snacks and proceeded to stuff my face until I heard something strange. Almost like chewing? I looked around and saw nothing in my bedroom. I got up to investigate and noticed that the sound got louder and louder in my closet?! I turned on the closet light and threw the door open. "Who's there?" I heard high pitched screaming. "Turn off the lights! Will ya, kid? I'm burning up over here!" I searched for where the sound came from, but didn't see anyone or anything except a half-open Dorito bag surrounded by crumbs. "Look down, kid! I'm the clothes! Just turn off the lights, I won't hurt ya."

Hesitantly, I turned off the lights and the once pile of clothes had turned into a full blown figure right before my eyes. I couldn't make out what it was though, until I turned on the fairy lights that were strung along my bed frame. What I saw was a blue moled and horned humanoid wearing a leather vest in front of me.

"What are you?" I said while backing up.

"I'm a monster!"

"A monster? They don't exist..."

"Oh no! You're breaking my heart," he fake pouted. "What else could I be (y/n)!?"

"How do you know my name? "

"I uh-," he froze trying to come up with the right words to say, "I just do! Stop asking so many questions, kid."

"Why are you here? I don't understand, I'm not some little girl with a stuffed animal? "

"You aren't? I mean you are little..."

He stood towering above me in both height and confidence. I practically trembled beneath him.

"No, I'm not. Now, can you please leave?"

"Wait, can I come back? I get so lonely without friends!"

"No! I don't even know you..." I said while backing up.

"How are you if we never even have the chance to talk? Now please please please please-"

        He tightly squeezed me until I began giggling. How could I say no to that adorable face?

"I suppose!"

        His eyes met mine in adoration and I couldn't help but to blush as my eyes met the floor. I could feel his gaze burning into conscience which made me feel somewhat insecure. I felt true butterflies, the ones you see in the movies and god, I felt so stupid. This monster was out of my league and to think we could ever work- my train of thought was interrupted by his sudden frantic movements.

"Shit, it's 6:00 AM! I'll see you tomorrow!"

      He lifted my bed with ease and started to descend through my floor.

"Wait! What's your name?" I asked.

"It's Maurice!!" He said, shooting a wink and leaving without a trace except for of course the crumbs all on my floor.

Maurice.

              The name practically rolled off your tongue and as you got back into bed, all you could think about was your encounter with him. In your stomach had grown butterflies whenever you thought about seeing him next. You fell asleep with only one thing on your mind. Maurice.