Monster

Running again. This is something of a daily routine at this point. Under the new laws created by the United Nations, beings that don’t exactly classify as humans are to be treated as such. Take your pick: Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies, hell even two girls that looked like they were from the Shining. All of them are real. So now the question you’re asking is why am I running? Well when there is no real supervision, those things pretty much get free reign. 
 “Come play with us,” The girls spoke as they slowly walked towards me, to which I responded with the most eloquent and kind way to decline.

“Fuck you!” I tried to run faster, but my legs could only go so fast. I saw the tables and jumped, putting my hands under me so that I could push off the table to get myself cleanly over it. There. Shit! I tucked my legs too soon and crashed face first into the ground. The girls stood over me, those blank expressionless eyes staring into my soul. I wanted to scream but I knew it would do no good.

“So what happened? You don’t look too good today.” I shook myself from my daydreaming, or rather memories as my friend spoke. I looked down at my bruised body. The fall was a bit worse than I thought.

“You wouldn’t believe it even if I told you.” I responded.

“When are you going to give up that dream of seeing monsters everywhere? Vampires? Werewolves? Zombies? That just doesn’t make sense.”

“Rick-“

“What, you’re going to say that they are? Say it with me, they. Are. Not. Real.” He said slowly, making sure to accentuate each word so that they would sink in. They didn’t. “I have to go now, I’ll see you next week for your appointment, ok?” That’s right, my friend is my therapist. Or rather the other way around. Not many people to talk to here besides him. I looked past the barred windows of the cafeteria, longing to be free.

“Come on Mr. Landis, it’s time for your group session.” The pale skinned, fanged nurse said.

“What so you can turn me into a vampire? Go fuck yourself!” I tried to run but her other vampire followers grabbed me by the arms and dragged me away. I should be scared now but I knew it was coming. At least I’m not becoming a zombie.

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