I was sitting in the corner of my room. My mother and father thought I was insane. They put a lock on my door, my window, and my closet door.
I used to see these monsters. The big blue one I called Kitty gave me the nickname Boo. The small green one was Mike Losowskie. He was funny. Kitty really loved me. And I loved him. Not in a relationship way, but like a family.
They were the nicest monsters you could meet! I can hardly call them monsters! They saved me from the big Meanie lizard dude. He tried to hurt me. I don't like him.
Its been 7 years since I saw them. I'm 10 years old now.
I really miss them. I draw pictures of how I remember them, but if my parents see, they rip the pictures up. They don't understand that the monsters are real! They don't get it because they haven't met Kitty and Mike!
Every night I stay up as late as I can to see if they come back. They have to come back. I need to see them, before I forget. No, ill never forget. They need to save me from my parents..
Suddenly, I hear the lock on the door unlock. I rush to my bed and get under the covers.
"May? May are you up?" I hear my mom say as she opens the door. I turn over and nod. I look at the ground and realize I didn't hide my drawing of them this time. She picks the piece of paper up and sighs. I watch as she rips it in half, then fourths, then into tiny pieces.
"Those things aren't real. You just dreamt them up. Why can't you understand that? We pay for the best psychologist for you to go to. We send you to the best metal doctors in the state. Why do you still believe in these creatures? Do you see things like this walking around? ... Well do you?" She asks in a harsh tone.
I don't answer. Instead, I pick up a pillow and throw it at her. I scream as loud as I can. She can't keep ripping up my drawings! They are real! They have to be! I remember every detail of those days! If people can't remember dreams, this can't be a dream! I try to run out of my room but my mother stops me.
"No! You sit here and think about what you did. You need to realize that whatever you think these monsters are, they aren't real. You aren't allowed to leave you room unless you need to use the bathroom or if we come up and get you." She slams the door in my face. I hear the click of the lock and sigh. I throw another pillow at the door and curl in a ball and cry. I wish they could understand..