Monsters 02: Session One

You’re sitting there staring at me with those big, questionable blue eyes. I see the notepad poised on your lap; it holds all of my secrets and is a constant reminder of all my issues. Every day, or at least for the past four years, once a week, you’ve put pen to paper and written something down about me.

You want me to tell you what happened last month, as if it’s so easy to form the words. We had already covered, constantly in the first week I was here, about what I had done and said to that boy at school. So that topic was old and not up for discussion again. That was fine with me.

I can’t help thinking you really just want to know what happened to see how I’ll react when I tell you. You want to see if I’ll react violently. I think you would, if you were in my situation. I’ll just tell you it started with a girl; she was like no one I had ever met, and I thought that was good.

I wish I was a better judge of character. I used to be. I used to be able to read people very well. It was something that came naturally to me. But it was that damned girl. She was just too difficult to see through, to break down. She was like a fucking brick wall.

You asked if she intrigued me, if that was why I became flustered when I talked about her. The answer is obvious, isn’t it?

You’re smiling, saying we have our next session to talk about everything again. I rolled my eyes as you capped your pen and place your notepad back on your desk. I don’t say goodbye as I leave your office. I don’t think you minded.

Walking alone along the empty streets that lead to my home was something I did frequently. I was never nervous about who I would run into. I lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone else.

That was until they showed up.

I wish I had never helped one of them. Then I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this mess.