My mother always told me.
"the monster that lives under your bed will go away when you grow" She was wrong.
My father said "Monsters aren't real Al, go to sleep" but again, he was wrong.
I have a monster, he's my monster. My secret. Can you keep a secrect? My monster is not as bad as the ones that hide under your bed, or in your closet.
No, He's much worse. But, can you keep another secret? It's a very important secret.
You can't tell anyone this secret. you see?
My monster loves me so much, and I love him.
A/N: Okay soooo, I wrote this book when I was 12-14 years old. This story will go under MAJOR editing one day. So please excuse the short and sucky chapters plus misspell words. It gets better as the chapters progress. Trust me, it will get a little confusing but that's what three books are for! ;)