m o n s t e r
the prologue
written by mollyanne
There are many things in this world that are left unexplainable, many things humans choose not to believe in. Whether a higher power, the meaning of death, or society in general, the world will always remain the same: unbelievable and unforgiving. Too many possess the trait of optimism, yet few are pessimistic. Those that reside in-between are just merely the outcasts, the people most do not want to befriend; the ones unsure about themselves.
People like me.
I spend all of my free time being the 'odd' one, the one who has 'nothing better to do' with his my time except sketch unexplainable things and snap images of things that only make sense to me. My senses of imagery are bizarre, and most of my ideas come from my dreams. These dreams are repetitive and disturbing, vile and frightening. I never tell just anyone about them, only the very few that I can trust. As of right now, there is only one friend of mine in this godforsaken town that has taken the time to get to know me as well as I know myself. She's truly my best friend.
Naminé is the only one who has ever understood the photographs I have developed, and she's the only person that has held herself together while looking at my sketches. "They're so real, Roxas," she always tells me. Most don't even say a word when they flip through my white folder. They just give me a disgusted (and sometimes frightened) look and shove the clean folder back into my arms.
It's not like I mind; it is those people that I do not understand.
The images in my dreams consist of shadows and blood, blinding lights and screeching noises, and people I've yet to meet. There is always a person devoured by the monster that resides within my mind, within my thoughts. Hellish it may be, but I've had to live with this since the age of eight. Naturally, I'm scared. I always have been.
Still, I've yet to meet someone just like me, someone who is cursed.
I, for one, am not counting the days until then. For when I find someone like me, it'll only be double the trouble, double the suffering. It will only be double the disturbance.
There will be twice the monster.
ta-da. i'm truly alive.
i hope this will turn out better than i expect.
i'm confident.
yes, i've had another name change. i'm probably gonna keep this one.
my last identity was mollyFACE
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