Young Writers Society

I was curled underneath my Gryffindor blanket, like every night. I was supposed to be asleep for the past two hours but I was still awake at 12:30am. Still awake, watching the monster crawl out of the closet. Watching it's teeth drip with black goo and it's red eyes glow.

As I hold back tears, the Monster comes closer until it pulls back the covers and I sit up.

"Hello, darling," The monster whispers, it's fingers caressing my cheek again. It was freezing.

"Good-bye." I replied, pulling my covers back but the Monster took them and threw them across the room, it's snake like eyes boring into my brain.

"Oh, no no no, my dear. You have to listen this time. No one to help. I can do whatever I please." The Monster tells me, making me sit up.

"But-but-" I began but the Monster stopped me again.

"No, Darling. No. Now, what do you wanna talk about?" It entices, holding out its hand for me to hold.

I shook my head, rubbing my eyes and listen to my breathing. I want it to go away.

"How about... I got it! You're writing! Man, its ok. Wait, no! Its the worst I've ever read! Let's not forget that you are getting on peoples nerves with your grammar! By god, its the worst I've seen in my years of living!

Ooo, ooo! What about your novel! Its so childish, the hope that people might actually like it?! The chance that someone might love it the way you do?! Jesus, I can't belive you actually hope to have a career in writing. I mean, come on! You hardly stick with anything, and its not like people just love your writing! They are just blowing wind up your ass to make you feel better!"

The Monster finishes, it's eyes red with pleasure. It knew it got to me.

"So...I should stop writing my novel? And my poetry?" I asked softly while I wanted to scream in it's shallow face that it was wrong.

"Yes, that would fix things. After all," It said, it's eyes glowing even more. "No one cares about what you have to say, what goes on in your head. After all, its always different then what you can write. What you can say, even."

I nodded my head again, looking at the Monster with so much pain that it looked back at me with uncertianty. The Monster knew that I was the host, it the parasite. It didn't want to hurt to badly. Yet.

It tilted it's predator-like head and stared at me, watching and waiting for me to do something. But I just sat there. And stared at the picture of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother. Just stared.

It grabbed my ribs, the back of them. It's sharp, crusty nails, if thats what you wanna call them, dug into my back. My skin tore off and I wondered why it had done that.

"Look. At. Me." The Monster hissed. I didn't look at it and it dug it's nails even further into my back, I wincing in response.

"Look. At. Me." It whispered again, it's teeth beared. "You think that you can just, get away with all of this?! I will always tell you that you aren't good enough, that your writing is nothing and has helped no one. That you are no one. I will aways be waiting and watching. Always, got it?"

"Yes." I mumbled.

The Monster took its hand off of my ribs, thankfully, and walked around the room. It was like a werewolf, the way it stood and walked. Wary, yet imposing. It was inky looking, pieces of it falling off then zooming right back to the body.

I just sat on my bed, the christmas lights wrapped around the banister giving the room a homey look. The curtians were closed on the windows, the many mugs I had resting on the sills.

"You know, I don't quite understand how you have friends, espcially ones on the internet. They aren't real, you know that right? And your boyfriend? Ha, like that'll last!" It adds, but these were my fathers words, not mine. I would never speak these words. Ever.

I looked the Monster dead in the eyes, the... thing staring right back. It smiled, knowing what I was about to do. It chuckled, darkly.

"Don't you see? I am the pain, and I won't leave." The Monster said, coming toward me.

"But I have people who care, they help dull the pain. They are the antidote. Even if it takes a bit. Can I please go to bed? Its almost one am..." I said tiredly. I could hardly keep my eyes open at this point.

The monster snarled, unhappy. But it left, assuring me that it would be back.

I laid back down on the bed, sighing. Time to sleep, then get through tomorrow.