Monsters Don't Sleep Under Your Bed They Sleep Inside Your Head
- Reads 116
- Votes 3
- Parts 7
MatureComplete Mon, Jan 9, 2017<5 mins
I just want to be a normal girl in a normal world.But everyone I meet thinks something different, from "Oh Megan what are those cuts on your arms for" to "Why, you're an odd little girl". Though I don't understand.Why can't I just be myself and not be judged? Sometimes it just makes me so mad! I hear them, they want me to shut everyone out.I think that would be best. They sometimes make me do things. My dad says that there's nothing though I know that's not true.It's sad that I can't tell him, I've tried and I can't!
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The Struggles of being a Girl
Being a girl is not easy. There a times most of us wish we weren't born and wish we could die. Society doesn't make it easy either. Everyone thinks we're supposed to live up to the slim models on television. Only if they know what we go through on a daily basis they would think twice when they criticize. A girls life is way more complicated than a boys life. Girls a born to be over thinkers, but sometimes that can be the main thing that brings you down.Complete
New Normal
I learnt the hard way that wanting to be normal is just wishful thinking. More specifically when I found out who my dad really was. Then again, having a child while I was still a kid myself already sealed the deal on being anything but normal. But I was happy, for a moment. Until I was introduced to an entirely new world or worlds that I wish I wasnt apart of but now its impossible to avoid.
The Quiet Girl
I'm the girl from school nobody notices. I'm the one the mean girls always make fun of when one of the guys decide to take interest in me. I'm the honor roll student that everyone thinks has never gotten in trouble, but that's just my school life. Outside of school in a completely different person. I'm not going to say I've been a special agent since I was seven, or eight, because that's impossible. I was still in foster care, then and when I turned 13. I was finally adopted. The man who adopted me was mysterious, but said he took me for a purpose, and ever since then I've been training. I'm not going to say I'm the best, because I'm not, but I'm damn good at what I do and I'm ashamed to know the agency I entrusted my life with, would do something so horrible to me and to the people I love. It's okay when I shut their sorry ass down, they won't know what hit them.Complete
Tom Daley: Mr. Perfect
I'm just ordinary. If anything, I'm less than everybody else. I let that get me down sometimes, I just can't help but criticize my over hanging stomach, and my flat chest, and my touching thighs, and my butt chin... Anxiety gets me bad. My older sister Olivia is what keeps me going. We're best friends. She's the most amazing person I know! She just loves everyone and sees past my flaws. I can tell her anything and everything. She'll listen. I guess I should mention she's autistic. It's not very bad. She's pretty much like everyone else. Olivia's aware that she's different, but for some reason she wants to be normal. I think she's special. And that's good. She's not like those judgmental, greedy, self righteous, perfect people. I would never want her to change. But one of those judgemental, greedy, self righteous, perfect people snuck his way into my life. He was different though... Yes, he was different.Complete
emo/mute girl
i am the girl that has no friends, that gets picked on, that hasnt talked. i am considered an emo freak or a loser. i dont really care. i am fine without friends. my mother is gone and my dad is abusive and doesnt give a shit if i was found dead. but that is normal in my life. i wont talk to anyone and hopefully they will stop talking to me.Complete
Twisted
"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again. Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile. "That's great man, I'm of proud you." He says, patting my arm as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine. I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask. His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away. "I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction. He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them. "Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes. I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face. "Thanks." I all but squeak out. And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend. <><><><><< THIS BOOK IS BEING *MAJORLY* EDITED. THERES LOTS OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND NAME MIX UPS, SOME CHAPTERS WILL BE REWRITTEN Also, Please don't be mean to the characters, they aren't even close to perfect, but they don't deserve hate.Complete
Why him?
(Sequel to "Why me?") I still have nightmares. It's been years, I've tried to move on yet they still haunt me. No matter what I do nothing can fix it. I still don't understand why anyone would treat an innocent soul as foul as they did mine. I sit awake at night wondering, what did I ever do to deserve such a thing? It may seem that I'm happy and that I'm a strong independent alpha now but little does everyone know I'm still broken, just as broken as when I watched my "parents" die right before my eyes. Even though all these thoughts rush through my head constantly there's always one question that I can never seem to shake. Why him? ••• Sequel to 'Why me?' I would recommend reading the first book before this. Warning: foul language and sexual content
Don't Judge: A Teen Pregnancy
I may be fourteen, but it's still not right to judge me.Did you ever wonder why I might be like this? Why I am different? Well... Maybe you should read this. You might understand.Complete
My Mate, My Omega, My Luna, My Best Friend's Brother
Okay, y'all... I wrote this when I was 13 (over 5 years ago as of 2024) and this was honestly my polyam awakening. This was supposed to only be a bxb, and turned into a bxbxbxbxb (with like 20 kids). I would love to say that my writing has improved (and it has, substantially), but that cannot be seen on my profile currently. If you love cringy werewolf books, this is for you! Now... on to the description! Kyle is a gay omega. His dad abuses him because his mom died during his birth. His only salvation is finding a mate on his 16th birthday, in 6 days. His older brother (Kade) is the soon to be beta of his pack, and actually stands up for him. His brother's best friend, Jordan, is he soon to be alpha. Jordan has been given everything he wants in life, and is about to be given the alpha title. His father, the alpha of the Red Moon Pack, abuses his little mate constantly, as well as his mate's dad. Nobody knows that he has a mate, and nobody will know.... Until his mate's 16th birthday. Or will he tell someone? Will someone figure it out? What will happen when Kyle finds his mate? Will Jordan be rejected? Will Kyle finally be happy? Will Kyle and Jordan's past come back to haunt them or make them happy? And who are the mysterious Royal Twins that only want their mates? Will they do anything to get them? Started: 07-15-19 Finished: 08-22-20 🥰Complete
The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club
Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.Complete
Being a girl is not easy. There a times most of us wish we weren't born and wish we could die. Society doesn't make it easy either. Everyone thinks we're supposed to live up to the slim models on television. Only if they know what we go through on a daily basis they would think twice when they criticize. A girls life is way more complicated than a boys life. Girls a born to be over thinkers, but sometimes that can be the main thing that brings you down.
More detailsContent Guidelines