You're Not The Monster

by IB75LB

"So. That's it huh?" I muttered, gripping my bloody arm. He stared down at me, his eyes showing his unparalleled anguish. "This is where I die?" [Name] is quite a strange girl. Since she was little she had odd spurts of crazy. Of course, the many visits to psychiatrists and doctors didn't prove helpful either. They called it mood swings. She called it unique.

Chapter 1 X Ludicrous

Okay. So we're gonna assume 'reader' is in her mid-teens. So about 16-18. Got it? Good. Also, this story was requested by moonshadow123456 .

I closed my eyes, letting the light from a passing car illuminate my face. Standing at my feet was a woman, her eyes widened in fear.

The menacing glint of light on my raised hatchets reflected in her eyes, and yet, I felt nothing. Her leg was bleeding badly, and the gag in her mouth was damp with her saliva and the blood dripping from her nose.

I heard a voice, and I turned my head to see, but I was met by a punch to the face. It wasn't all that strong of a punch, but it surprised me.

I stumbled, and twitched, causing me to release a hatchet. It hit the pavement, sending an echoed clatter through the area.

I felt my heel hit the edge of the sidewalk, and I felt myself go down.

My head struck the ground, and black clouded the edges of my vision. I tried to get up, but my body refused to move. I started to twitch, and my head jerked roughly to the side. Tic.

I held my breath as footsteps approached, and the first thing I saw was a small pocket knife glinting in the hand of a girl I could only guess was the woman's daughter. They had the same piercing [Eye Color] eyes and [Skin Color] skin.

But her eyes burned with anger, and the woman's eyes were glazed over as she struggled to move.

"Get up." The girl demanded, pointing the knife at me. Before I could respond, the black at the edges of my vision started to spread inward, swirling over my vision like fog.

My eyes closed, and I my body began to feel lighter. I'm dead?

I didn't have time to think much, before I was whisked into a void of darkness, sleep.

Leaves crunched under me as I walked, a hand my arm. A bruise was forming, and my T-shirt wasn't hiding it.

What would Lyra think? I asked myself. My lip was cut as well, and I had gone paler than usual. I looked down at my feet, counting the steps I took.

"You're home Toby!" Lyra's singsong voice shouted, and I slowly raised my gaze.

"Hi Lyra." I said, gripping my arm tighter. "Toby? Are you ok?" Lyra asked, touching my lip gently. "I'm fine." I said, but even Lyra could hear the hollowness in my voice.

I wanted to just cry. I knew Lyra was worried, but I couldn't tell her what happened. Suddenly I was in a car, staring out the window. My lip was mostly healed, and my arm wasn't bruised anymore.

Lyra was driving, humming along to the song on the radio. And then, I heard her slam on the brakes, then the skidding, and then a crash.

The last thing I saw was Lyra with her hand loosely holding mine, and glass impaling at least half of her body before the fog-like blackness clouded my vision.