I Believe In Monsters

we know the stories. we believed them ever since we could comprehend English. they were meant to scare us. to wish for the sanctity of nightlights. we all remember about the monsters that hide in the dark, in your closet and under your bed. we all remember the sleepless nights we spend comforting ourselves that we are alone. remember the nightlights we depended on to banish away these entities.

but as adults, we mature and our belief of their existence soon burn out. it is looked down on to believe in monsters when you transition into adulthood. monsters do not exist. but what if i tell you they aren't a figment of your imagination? what if i tell you that those scratches you hear under your bed aren't the tree branches rubbing against the house. what if i tell you that every time the closet open is not because you didn't close it properly in the first place. what if i tell you that these monsters are capable of doing much more than just scaring you. i mean, after all, seeing is believing, right?

My name is Mercy. i am not afraid of the dark. i am afraid of what resides in their shadows. i'm afraid, because i believe in monsters.

but life is scary and it seems to love to make it all the more complicated. that's why life decided to make me fall for the monster in the dark
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Mercy Williams has been stalked by the creatures of the night since she was a child, never staying in one place for to long. she writes about her past, focusing somewhat more on her 19th year of life. the year she fell in love with the Boy who seemed to be able to withstand all the protection and spells that kept his kind at bay.

enter Tristan. black hair and unusual purple-blue eyes, he seems to be able to find new ways to piss her off, taunting her with his resistance against the light, which he should fear. but his intentions aren't to scare, but to feed his curiosity. why does this young adult, still believe in the things that go bump at night

who knows, maybe fear can turn to love?