Monster

First of all, yes, another new story.

Don't worry, as I said, others will be finished. Promise.

Second, Monster is gonna have some dark moments, some drama and maybe even angst. And definitely, Darkward.

I've never written an Edward like this, so I'm kind of going out of my comfort zone (even more than usual).

Remember, nothing is what it seems.

A song "Monster" by Imagine Dragons inspired me to write this story.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything.

Chapter 1

As I stand here, I ask myself once again, why am I here? Then, I remember I had no other choice.

As much as the past year was difficult for me, I had hoped the beginning of a new year would be different; better. Yes, you heard that right.

Hope.

Such a simple word yet held such deep meaning at that time.

A word I assume is gonna be mentioned a lot during this story.

A story that began as every person's nightmare, knowing that one week I went from a person with a stable job and a nice home to a person who- the next few days that followed- got fired, got kicked out of my apartment by my asshole landlord, and was informed by the nurse that my father had gone into a deep coma, a chance one to a million that he will ever wake up from it, only machines keeping his brain functions alive.

Still, I hoped that things would turn around. They had to.

Why?

Because that word was the only thing that kept me sane through these last few days.

Then again, if nothing else, I could still move in my father's house that was finally payed off just last month, right?

Wrong.

I talked to my father daily before the accident, but what he never told me, not even once this past couple of months that, not just that he got fired from his job, but after getting fired, he could no longer be able to pay off his debt to the bank. Which I only find out today.

Wanting to get away from it all- even for a moment or two- I stopped to get some coffee and a muffin for my growling tummy, only to notice at the cash register that my wallet was completely empty, something that unfortunately seemed to happen a lot more often to me than I wanted.

Who knows why, but in that exact moment, a kind woman by a name of Esme –who was standing right behind me- introduced herself, and insisted on paying everything, in advance wanting only some company.

Yes, at first, I was a little skeptic, but eventually caved in. I should have known right then and there that no one offers anything unless they want something from you in return.

At the time I had nothing left to offer- or so I thought. All I could think at the moment was what would a classy, sophisticated lady like Esme want from me? As a person I was always average in everything I did in my life, looks included, never the person who stood out, but one who would pass by the crowd unnoticed.

After we found a spot that wasn't occupied, she told me about her life, about her job, and—reluctantly—I told her about mine.

Hearing about being in deep debt, she offered me a job.

Again, I should have listened to my inner voice that was saying 'danger, what the hell are you doing?' but with just one look at Esme, I couldn't doubt the honest concern she had on her face, or the help she offered so eagerly. The thoughts of my father, lying in that hospital, and all those unpaid bills that had yet to be paid were the only reason I said yes.

And yet, as I stand here, now, I regret I ever said yes. Should have known it was all just an act.

Prey on the weak and helpless.

Thanks for reading.