Fighting With My Monsters

chapter 1

Growing up we are taught monsters live under our bed or in our closet. Though they may be scary the truly scary monsters are the ones you're never warned about. The ones that live deep in our brains. The monsters that come out to haunt you for every mistake you've ever made. The demons that show you that there's more to be afraid of in the light than there has ever been in the dark. Those are the ones we should be scared of because they're the ones that will haunt you until you pull that final trigger.

My name is Lylith Georgia Eliston i am 19 and i share my brain with 5 monsters and this is our story . I remember back when I was younger like seven or eight perhaps and I didn't have any of them. I had my mother and my father and my little brother noah. We couldn't be happier but not long after my brother was born my mom stopped being as happy as the rest of us. She seemed sick like mentally sick. She started acting scared around us worried that she may hurt us. Im not going to lie to you i was scared. we didn't know how to help her and we still don't know what we could have done.

My mom died by Suicidally jumping off a cliff when I was 10 years old. She hit rocks on the way down so we wer'nt aloud to give her an open casket. I was never able to see my mother before she died that day and i wasnt able to see her after that day either. I was so angry that i couldnt see her i wanted to rip The casket open.

The day of her funeral on a day that i thought i couldnt go through anything worse than this I saw large creature standing just a couple feet away from her casket. Dark and tall and smiling. I remember thinking 'who would smile on a day like today.' I stayed away from him and tried to keep him away from me as much as possible that day. He seemed to follow me like a lost puppy but never getting to close to be noticed by anyone else.

After that he would always seem just a couple feet away from me. At first it would just feel like i was being watched all the time. I would try not to pay attention to it but at night I would wake up to him stairing at me. It would freeze me in fear because i knew couldnt tell anyone. My father wasnt ever around anymore and my mother wasnt alive. My father was So cought up in drinking or gambling his life away he couldnt have noticed how terrified i was, or how hard i was working to keep things together. I dont blame him though because im sure his monsters were much bigger than mine. Being the reason your wife kills herself cant be somthing easy to get over imagine a daughter who thinks she sees monsters. He probably would have pushed it asside thinking i was making it up for attention.

Noah was 4 when our mother died and i was only 10 and taking care of a 4 year old is hard enouph for an adult imagine what it does to a little girl who is trying to push a monster back under her bed at the same time. I would lie awake every night waiting for him to show up so i could try to make him tell me why he was here but he would never say a word. Some nights i would sneek onto my dads work laptop to google what was happening to me. Everything i read always led to possessions or hauntings or just that i was strait up crazy. For a while i believed i was crazy. Until i found someone in a chat room with a very simmilar thing. She had four monsters and i still only had one at the time. She seemed alot sadder than i was and i remember praying that was only ever going to have one.

On my 11th birthday i was determined to get rid of him no matter the cost. I waited up for him and when he appered i stared at his mangled face waiting for him to open his bloodshot eyes. When he did i didnt hesitate to say "why are you here!" And with a jerk of his long neck his eyes pierced into mine. "I am here... to ensure your demise my sweet little monster." he screeches. The tone in his voice made my ears ring and sometimes when he speeks theres still a ringing. I hear whispers emanating from the words he was saying but the whispers weren't his voice. They always sounded like a womans voice but i could never make out what they were saying.

Being told by a monster that he plans to see you dead isnt somthing you ever want to here but i defiantly wasnt ready to hear it at 11 years old.