Hello everyone,
It has been awhile since I last posted something for Victorious, and since I've had this idea floating around for some time I decided to go ahead and post it. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think. This is just a one-shot.
Risigurlrox
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
It has been said that we have nothing to fear but fear itself.
She knows it's just paranoia, but it doesn't make the noises less real. It doesn't stop the hallucinations. Knowing that it's just the fear doesn't make the terrors less tangible. She's too old to still be scared of monsters, but they never really go away. The ones hiding under the bed and in the closet never leave; they just change into something else, something more sinister. As you grow the monsters of childhood grow and change with you. She's not really sure which is scarier, when the monsters were left to the imagination or when they grew faces.
She knows she's too old to still need her stuffed animals to sleep with, but they're the only constant reassurance she has. It's silly of her to sleep with a night light on, but this way she can see how and where they're sneaking up to her from. Even the silence is too loud and only feeds her paranoia. She loves her stuffed animals, they're her friends. She has so very many friends, can't you tell? So many, that some of them can't be seen. She needs them. Because who else would be there to understand why she has trouble sleeping at night than the ones that help protect her.
Her stuffed animals are her only line of defense, but even they can't keep the monsters at bay
.
Thanks for reading, please review. If you liked it, feel free to check out some of my other stories.
Thanks,
Ris