
The Monster.
"Jonas?" A familiar voice coming from inside of my room was calling me." Jonas can see me?" I looked everywhere to see who was talking to be, under the bed, hiding in the wardrobe and even in my drawers.
"Jonas where are you?" I spoke back to it. "Who's talking?"
"so you can hear me." it replied.
"Yes, I can and I'd very much like to know who I'm talking to."
"Jonas, you've forgotten so much... have I left you for too long? "
...
I didn't know what to say. Surely I was dreaming or hearing voices in my head, doesn't stuff like this only happen in like movies or stories? Well, whatever this was, I'll probably get an explanation in the morning but before I did, I asked it one more question.
"Whats your name?"
"Do you mean the one you chose for me or my original name?"
"Original please."
"M"
"M? Is that it?"
"yes."
"Okay then, I'm heading to bed."
"Goodnight Jonas and goodbye my friend."
Just like that, my exhaustion finally caught up with me and I passed out on my bed. The morning came at slow pace, I would wake up during the night and have a hard time going back to sleep, thoughts of 'M' plagued my mind.
At long last, morning had arrived, I still hadn't got over what happened the previous night. My throat tightened as I let the words escape of my lips. "M? Are you still there?"
...
Nothing but silence replied. That's when I felt a sudden weight on my body, it wasn't anything major but it was definitely noticeable. I got out of bed feeling a little sadder than usual, I wasn't hungry and my movements felt slow and sluggish. Suppose that's what happens when you don't enough sleep.
Months go by and I'm still feeling this way, Nothing ever changed.
The End.

