On the outside I’m just like everyone else. I have “friends” and I “like” to shop.
I just need someone to love me.
Someone to warm my blood.
Someone to want me.
I never went to guidance. I wonder if my English teacher even told the counselor, because no one ever said anything about it again.
I was still a Monster.
I had no meaning.
I had no life.
And then there was the day that I first met Her. She had just moved in from Maine when I saw her. Quiet, alone, shy. An outcast. Just like me. I didn’t know Her name. I would find out, but at the time I didn’t.
She was in my English class, my math class, my history class, and my Spanish class.
She was a Monster.
Over the years, we grew closer. We were best friends, and sometimes even closer.
That first time I went over to Her house, we had dinner and sang together. I taught Her to play guitar.
I remember that day so well. Like it was yesterday. If only it was yesterday.
Then, maybe She would still be here.