Monster Under The Bed

Dawn

Dawn came into my life like the beginning of a new day. I often wonder if her name had something to do with it. Now, when I said she came like a new day, I don't mean a good one. She came like a horrifying day, and she never really left. I will never, ever, forgive her for that. I swear. 

 My boss pushed me into the glass pipe, the one that transports us to children's houses. With a blink of his five eyes, he was gone. I was lying down underneath something wooden. A bed, of course. 

 I got out of there and did what I was supposed to. Watch Dawn sleep. That's how monsters scare children - the human mind can sense if someone is staring at them, even asleep. She will get a jump scare as soon as she opens her eyes. Muhahaha. Sorry, I am not good at evil laughs. 

 Dawn was just like the mornings - lively, beautiful - annoying, horrible. I watched as she breathed in and out, her chest moving accordingly. I realized that her hair - her short, curly black hair - complimented her dark skin. I wondered if she had brown eyes - I loved them. She was one of those beautiful 'people of colour' as the humans call them. 

However, beautiful things are often the worst. Love, happiness. They can rip apart your soul as soon as you learn what they are. 

Right when I was about to break something - to wake her up - she opened her eyes. They were brown. I was right. Ha, I am always right. What she said next was not what I expected her to say. 

 'You are late.' she said in her childish nine year old voice. The disgust on her face was enough to tell me that I was not welcome here. I looked at that child. So young, yet so fierce. Half of me wanted to run. Run far away from this little demon, away from everything. It was the shine in her eyes that kept me back. It was like sunlight on wood, I wanted to keep looking into them. 

 'So you're the new one.' She said sternly, staring at me with as much hate as a nine year old can have. 'Well, you are late.' She repeated. Why does she care? I am here to scare her, not to play dolls or anything. 

 'Sorry.' I mumbled, as I bare my sharp, pointy teeth. I have never used this technique before. My boss says that it could frighten anyone. Well, he does say a lot of nonsense. 'But I will kill you!' I raised my voice a bit. 

 The nine year old looked at my horrible face, and she looked - bored. 

 'That's the best you've got?' Dawn yawned, her eyes watery. Well, yeah. That's the best I have got. I mean, what else do you expect from a receptionist who picks his nose in his free time?

 'Leave. I want to sleep.' she ordered, and with a child this brave, you just have to do as you are told.