My friend Shaed gave all of these photos that she collected of deivenart and stuffs, so I decided to write heaps of small one shots revolving around certain pictures. And this is one of them.
Summary: there's a monster after Danny. But what if that monster is someone closer to you than any person could be close to someone?
He knows when I'm sleeping. He knows when I'm awake. He doesn't go away. I feel like a character on Nightmare on Elm Street. There's no way out of it. He's there, every single time I close my eyes. Every time I pass something reflective. He's always there.
Hi. I'm Danny. And there's a monster in my dreams.
This monster. He's not like other monsters. He looks, acts, feels like a normal person. But he's not a normal person.
He feeds off emotions. He's like a leech. Sucking all my emotions dry, until I'm just a hollow shell. I don't know how to feel anything but fear anymore. It's driving me insane – literally.
It likes fear though. It likes my screams. It loves my happiness, but it loves my pain more.
I sit there, every single night, sheets over me, staring at the mirror. There's no way around it.
I know the real truth. I've known it all along. Denial has just locked it inside of me.
I know who he is. I've always known him. Since we were little kids.
We're about as close as two people can be.
Do you want to know who he is?
I know you do.
Do you know who he is?
It's me.