Megan:
I'm scared.
I'm scared of the monsters under my bed, but mostly I'm scared of the ones in my head.
They grab me at night; their fingers are so cold. They make me relive every bad decision every messed up word. Every broken heart and harsh word comes crashing down on me. I just want all to GO AWAY!
-Setting down her pen Megan sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall behind her. After a few seconds she looked back at the notebook, her chocolate hair falling from the lose bun on her head, making her look disheveled. Angerly she tears the note from the book cramping it up as she throws it across the room, the notebook following soon afterwards. Sobbing into her hands she falls to her side on the bed, curling herself into a ball. Almost unnoticed, a large shadow pauses by her bedroom door. Picking up the crumpled paper Tyler looks at his sister. Unable to find words to comfort her, he walks out still holding the crinkled paper-
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The Notes
Teen FictionAs a lone brother and sister pair, Tyler and his younger sister Megan are forced to survive. The hardships of the "grown-up" world, the dark reality of drugs and alcohol, the loneliness and cruelty of teenage social problems hits them with its full...
