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Monster 9

And then I remember, Toby is gone. He left for the night, and won’t be coming back. I cringe over into fetal postition surrendering myself to the monster. The monster is trying to take me away again, adn I don’t know if I can handle another attack.
Images of the man are in front of me, and soon I realize that it’s actually him. He is actually in my house huddled over me. He is trying to help, like always. But I’m ashamed of myself. Why is he so good to me. He obviously knows what I’ve done to him. Evidence is all around me.
I turn my head away sobbing. Monster take me now! But then, I feel a thick leather square in my hands. I immediately know what it is. I’ve dreamt of it many nights, and clutch it against my chest. And I lay there next to the man, knowing that whatever lies ahead of me, I will be ohkay. And I know that I won’t have to hide behind my window any longer.

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