The Monster Hidden Under My Heart
Chapter 1
"I know what you're thinking. You think I'm insane. You think, you think I'm crazy. But I'm not." I said, rocking back and forth in the chair, holding my legs to my chest.
"I don't think you're crazy, Mr. Bostwick."
"Don't call me that. It's Quinn." I snapped, rocking back and forth faster.
"Why? Do you not like your name?"
"Vic wouldn't like you calling me that," I said, glaring at him.
"Who is Vic, exactly?"
"He's mine. He's my boyfriend and you won't go near him!" I yelled through gritted teeth.
"I see. Is Vic. . . human?" he asked, writing something down on his stupid little clipboard.
"The fuck does it matter to you?"
"Just wondering. Is he?"
"Doctor Perry, can I ask you something?" I asked, leaning towards him.
"Go ahead."
"Have you ever looked at your closet at night and wonder 'What's in there'? Have you ever heard a noise from under your bed? I assume you have; every child has. Have you ever looked under the bed, Doctor Perry? Have you ever checked the closet?"
"No, actually. My parents looked and saw nothing or I just ignored it. When I grew up, I didn't hear the noises or was curious about the closet. Why do you ask, Mister Quinn?" he put his clipboard aside, like he was actually interested in hearing what I have to say.
"What if they were lying? Or what if they just simply see it? You know, Perry, I was an adventurous child." I said, leaning back against the wall and rested the back of my head on my arm.
"How so?"
"I would never call my mother or father into my room just because I was scared of a noise. No, that's just silly. I would always check it out myself. You and your co-workers would love to see what I saw."
"What did you see?" he asked, his brows furrowed together.
I laughed. "A boy. A boy my age; my only friend."
"I don't think you're crazy, Mr. Bostwick."
"Don't call me that. It's Quinn." I snapped, rocking back and forth faster.
"Why? Do you not like your name?"
"Vic wouldn't like you calling me that," I said, glaring at him.
"Who is Vic, exactly?"
"He's mine. He's my boyfriend and you won't go near him!" I yelled through gritted teeth.
"I see. Is Vic. . . human?" he asked, writing something down on his stupid little clipboard.
"The fuck does it matter to you?"
"Just wondering. Is he?"
"Doctor Perry, can I ask you something?" I asked, leaning towards him.
"Go ahead."
"Have you ever looked at your closet at night and wonder 'What's in there'? Have you ever heard a noise from under your bed? I assume you have; every child has. Have you ever looked under the bed, Doctor Perry? Have you ever checked the closet?"
"No, actually. My parents looked and saw nothing or I just ignored it. When I grew up, I didn't hear the noises or was curious about the closet. Why do you ask, Mister Quinn?" he put his clipboard aside, like he was actually interested in hearing what I have to say.
"What if they were lying? Or what if they just simply see it? You know, Perry, I was an adventurous child." I said, leaning back against the wall and rested the back of my head on my arm.
"How so?"
"I would never call my mother or father into my room just because I was scared of a noise. No, that's just silly. I would always check it out myself. You and your co-workers would love to see what I saw."
"What did you see?" he asked, his brows furrowed together.
I laughed. "A boy. A boy my age; my only friend."