Saved from the Monsters

As young children most of us are afraid of the 'monsters' beneath our bed.
But most of us also have someone there telling us not to worry about the monsters. Because they'd make them go away. They'd protect us from them.
But not me, no one protected me from the monsters beneath my bed. And as I got older the monsters moved, to live inside my head.
Maybe it's because no one told me they'd make the monsters go away, or maybe because no one ever cared enough to try.

I'm still afraid of the monsters.

But deep down a part of me loves their company.
there's another part of me which is trapped and screaming for help that will never come.

Hi, my name is Katherine, Katherine Elizabeth, my last name isn't important. I'm 17, long blonde hair, big blue eyes, I've got my nose pierced and small gauges in my ears. I'm 5'1". Short I know.

And this is the story of my fucked up life, and how everything changes when HE comes back.

Will I be Saved from the Monsters?