SUMMARY: There's a monster in the closet. From the perspective of a 5 year old. Short fic.
THERE'S A MONSTER IN MY CLOSET
There's a monster in my closet. A big, hairy, scary monster.
Every night, the monster comes out. I scream but no one can hear me. The big monster attacks me. It has big red eyes, long hair, long sharp claws, and very big body like Godzilla. It smells badly too. I don't know what to do. I'm very scared.
Mummy said little girls shouldn't tell lies. Monster will come out and punish little girls who lie. But I'm not telling lies, so why is the monster punishing me?
But mummy doesn't believe me. Mummy scolded me for lying.
It hurts, mummy.
Who would help me fight the monster?
I'm alone. Always alone. With a monster in my closet.
Mummy, it really hurts.
Why won't you help me mummy? Why won't you help me fight the monster and scare it away forever? I'm scared of the dark. I'm scared of being alone. I'm scared of the monster. It really hurts. Please kill it, mummy. Kill it…
KILL THE MONSTER.
I will be six years old soon. When I grow up, I want to be strong so I can fight the monster. I want to save the world from the monsters so little girls like me won't be scared anymore. No more monsters in the closet anymore.
I'm crying but no one knows. No one can see my tears. No one is listening. No one is here to make me feel better again. No one is here to make me feel safe.
I hate it mummy, I hate the monster and what it's doing to me, to us.
If only you would listen, there's a monster in my closet.