M o n s t e r

Chapter three

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When I stepped into my house, it was quiet.

 The rain tapped rhythmically against the windowpanes. But other than that, there was no noise in the house. Nothing to indicate that my parents were here.

In a way, that was a good thing. They were always away for their jobs, so I didn't have to worry about them finding out about Thomas beating me. About how I didn't have any friends. Or how I sat in my room all day imagining all the words that I could say to someone. To let one person know that I was flesh and blood, a mind constructed of dreams and hopes and wishes. Not just someone you saw in the hallway, not just someone that was labeled as 'bullied', or 'weak'.

But human.

I have been a ghost for the better part of my life. Drifting through school like a shadow, picking seats near the back of the classroom, never talking to anyone, observing everything around me in silence or getting lost in the own pattern of my thoughts. But I have always wanted something more. To be something more to anyone that was willing to listen, to understand. But I've always felt as if I've been stuck in some type of limbo, waiting for something to happen rather than try to make it happen myself, like I was trapped in an ocean and couldn't find my way out.

But Grace had actually noticed me. She hadn't even known who I was and yet she picked me up off the side off the road when she saw I was in pain. She hadn't even asked any questions, all she did was help me. How many times had I gone through the noisy halls of School, the empty corridors of my house, wanting someone to reach out? To talk to me, offer advice, help. Anything. 

Grace had helped me, but why would she? The school's most hated loser, no one would even want to be seen with me, much less help me.

So why would she?

The scrabbling of claws on wood made my thoughts disappear as my dog Gabriel came barreling around the corner. His whole body seemed to wag in one fluid motion as he came towards me, emitting a few excited barks as he pressed his head into my outstretched hand.

He was a slightly long haired dog, mostly black with a white underbelly and a white star on his forehead. He had brown cheeks and eyebrows, and his legs where all brown fur except for his paws, which were white, he also had a naturally docked tail. He wore a red collar and had the darkest chestnut brown eyes.

He licked my hand, staring up at me. He could always tell when I was in more pain then usual.

I scratched his head for a moment before moving around him and into the kitchen. It was then I realized I didn't have my backpack with me, it was discarded in the alley where Thomas had torn it off my back and thrown it somewhere on the ground before beating me. I hadn't even thought about it when I was dragging myself home, my mind had been to clouded with pain.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. What was I going to do if I didn't finish my History homework? I already had a D- in that class, as well as all my other classes because all I ever wanted to do was rest when I got home after Thomas's daily beatings. I barely scraped by tests because I couldn't focus enough during class to really grasp what my teachers were talking about. I usually spent my nights playing my guitar, or just staring up at the ceiling until sunlight started to seep in through my bedroom window, which left me passing through the day so tired I could barely comprehend what anyone was saying.