Monsters and Me

I look around. White sheets. It’s cold as f**k in here. Everything is white. Dammit, back in the hospital. Me. I’m a short kid with dirty blonde hair. My eyes scare people. They are some weird green with little black streaks that look like shards of glass. My eyes scare people. But my friends think they’re cool. But I’m at the hospital. That’s what matters.

“Why am I here?” A voice in my head asks. I don’t wonder. I already know.

I’m here because the man told my mom I have some s**tload of conditions and they need me in watch. I tried to tell them my voices watch out for me, but they don’t listen. And now it’s white. I can see the white as if it’s in bright light. Almost glowing. Yet I know it’s night and there are no lights on in the entire building, except for the flashing red help lights. I’ve never been in a hospital before. So how do I know this?

Who cares.

The whole damn room is cold. I know the monsters are coming. My voices can’t help here.

The monsters are too strong.

So I wait.

And they come. Soon enough. I never have to wait long.

“Long time no see.” I shout at the familiar shadows on the wall. I see a ghostly little grin show in one of them. It’s now the only white in the room, it’s so full of the shadows. More of the shadows begin to grin.

“Long time no see,” one echoes in a musing voice, “indeed.”

“You came to kill me, I suppose.” Why do I sound so calm about it?”

“Oh, no. Wouldn’t dream of it. You’re too… interesting to kill.” This time, another shadow replied.

“Thank you for the sentiment,” I shoot back.

“Thank me later,” another shadow whispers.

“He won’t be able to,” another says and snickers. As they say it, I realize that there aren’t multiple shadows. There’s one, big, fatass shadow.

“Are you scared Billy?” It says.

“Are you?” I reply, and the voice laughs, changes to the form of a man. The man.

“Billy. You know me, right?” He asks.

“Nope, haven’t had the pleasure,” I lie. I’ve gotten good at lying.

“Mmm.” The voice hums. “Do you know why you are here Billy?” I tell him no, to humor him. Get him talking. “You are here because I want you to be.” And there is no sound from him again, so I go to sleep. Maybe now, I am safe.

When the nurses come in the next day, I am dead.

Guess I wasn’t safe after all.