Soren & Edmund : The Monster Under My Bed

The Monster Under My Bed: Soren
& Edmund

A sequel of The Monster Under My
Bed leaving off from Chapter 21

Read it or I’m sure you won’t understand very much in this
story

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Cycle=396 earth days Revolution=26 earth hours

Word Count: 2051

UNBETA’D

Previously

“Will you stay for dinner?” I thought it over. Somehow I was
related genetically to this poor pathetic person. I might never love him as a
father, but he obviously regretted a lot in his life. I refused to be the same
way.

“Sure.” I just hoped he wouldn’t serve me bell peppers.

Chapter 6

Dinner was some vegan tacos. I didn’t really mind. We had
water and he put a curly straw in my cup. He asked if I had anywhere to stay
that night and I said I didn’t, but that I had planned to stay in my car. He
insisted that I stay the night. He apologized for not having a spare bedroom. I
could either stay in Brett’s old room or sleep on the couch. I chose the couch
but decided to look at Brett’s room after Brett’s father went to bed.

It was police taped across the door. I had to move some of
the plastic to just get in. Some type of powder was dusted over things in
various places. A liquid compound had been sprayed on the walls. Overall there
wasn’t much in the way of possessions. The closet had been cleared. The desk
was empty. There was some baseball paraphernalia. It hardly looked like a room
where someone lived. There were no posters on the walls, or photos. I hadn’t
realized, but downstairs there hadn’t been any photos of Brett anywhere. Did he
even really live here? He must have.

I pitied my dear brother. My room was full of pictures,
mainly of my family. I had posters up of far off places and world maps. I had
the scientific table on the back of my door. I would have put up posters of
delicious men, but that might have been a giveaway to my parents.

I looked for anything that would tell me who he was and
there was just wasn’t anything. I closed the door behind me as I headed back
downstairs. After four puffs of my inhaler I went to bed on the lumpy couch. Somehow
I slept just fine. It gave me great relief to have one item marked off my four
item list.

Tomorrow I would see Brett’s mother.

~~~@^_^@~~~

One night had turned into five. I had planned to go the next
day but he asked me to visit the park with him. We stood there staring at the
grave marked with my name. I had to know what was buried there, if anything. I
dug a few inches down into the moist earth, before hitting something. I pulled
out a watertight box. I opened it hoping that it wasn’t a dead animal. It was
filled with letters. So many letters. My hands started
shaking as I read the first one. I gave myself an asthma attack in seconds, my
heart pulsed almost out of my chest. Five puffs and I finally could take a
breath. I quickly separated the toys and the pictures from the letters.

Dear Erin, I
wish you were here and that I could be your big brother. I would show you how
to catch frogs or to skip rocks. I would play with you and show you how much I
love you, but you’re gone now and I don’t know what to do about it. I’ve been
sad for so long. Two years ago I found out that I had killed you. I remember
the blood and the stairs. I know you’re with the angels, because they make you
so happy. I can feel it. You are filled with light. My life is a dark and
endless hole and I can’t ever escape. Would you be mad if I decided to leave? Love,
Brett

 

Dear Erin, It’s
too much. I’m so alone. I can’t deal with it any longer. I’m probably going to
end it soon. I know where my dad keeps the gun. I found the bullets for it. I’m
going to do it after my birthday I think. Do you think I will still get to see
you if I end it? I don’t want to go to hell but I’m so alone. I’m so unhappy.
There is no one that loves me even a little bit. I don’t have any friends or
family. Erin I just can’t take it anymore. Will you meet me in heaven? Love,
Brett

 

Dear Erin,
Are you watching over me? Do you feel me as I sometimes feel you? I’ve wondered
if you were a boy or girl. Maybe I’ll know soon. I love you Erin and I wish you
could take me away from this place. Will you be with the Angels when they take
my soul? Will you help me to get away from the pain? I’m so empty Erin. I don’t
know how to fill the hole that’s inside me. No one loves me. I can’t live with
being a murderer any longer. I’m so sorry Erin. I’ll be paying soon. Don’t
worry. Love, Brett

 

Dear Erin, I
wish I had you here with me. I don’t remember ever getting hugged or kissed. No
one ever touches me because they love me. Dad used to hurt me when he was
angry, but he stopped. Now I’m invisible. Erin would you give me a hug if I was
here? Would you love me as much as I love you? Would you tell me that I’m the
best big brother in the world, or would you be like them? I don’t think you’re
like them. You’re good and I’m evil. We’re two halves, only my half is bad. No
one will save me Erin. No one can. Love, Brett

 

Dear Erin,
this is the last time I’m going to write you. I’m sorry that I took you from
this world. Mom and Dad probably would have been happy if only I hadn’t of murdered
you. Everyone would be so happy if you were here. I don’t know how to be happy
anymore and I’m already dead inside. I’m going to be dead for real soon, in two
days. No one here will miss me and I’m sure they might be happy the killer of
their baby is gone. I’m invisible. Perhaps then I won’t feel how much I don’t
exist. In heaven, maybe I’ll be real. Maybe in hell I’ll see you on your
clouds. They probably won’t find me for a while. I hope I don’t rot too much.
Love, Brett

 

There were perhaps a dozen more. I read them all, each more
heartbreaking than the last. I handed them each to Brett’s Dad, one by one. He
fell to his knees beside me, tears streaming down his face, after the first
one. I had felt his sorrow; of this I was now certain. When I had cut too deep
he was planning on killing his self. I wondered why he didn’t.

Brett’s Dad was inconsolable. He sat there for an hour reading
the letters over and over again. We went back to his house. I wouldn’t leave
just yet. That night he shared with me everything he knew about Brett, but it
wasn’t much. He hardly knew anything about his son. Our little trip had done a
lot of damage to the man.

By the next morning the man had seemed to move past it all
and was all smiles. We talked of lighter things.

~~~@^_^@~~~

I learned a lot about the man. He had made a lot of mistakes
in his life. He wanted me to stay longer but five days was really all I had to
give him. If I stayed any longer I might not have time for anyone else. I was
already pushing it. My chest was aching more and more.

I woke up to the smell of toast. There were two bowls of
cereal with sliced fruit on the top. Soy milk was sitting ready to be poured. I
wondered if Brett’s family was vegetarian, but didn’t care enough to ask. We
hadn’t had any meat since I had been here.

Toast was sat piled high on a plate. A jar of sugar-free
preserves was sat next to the toast and two cups of some type of warm orange
liquid was placed down as well.

Neither of us were heavy talkers. We ate in silence. I
noticed the man didn’t use any of the preserves on his toast. The cereal was
fine if a bit sugarless. Frankly the whole meal was just lacking something. The
orange drink smelled and tasted like bitter warm orange juice. Overall it
wasn’t half bad. I wondered if it was fresh or something that you had to buy.

I must have voiced the thought out loud because he responded
that it was just orange zest steeped in hot water with some of the juice added.
I thought I might make it again in the future, but then realized I wouldn’t get
a chance.

After breakfast I told him I needed to get on the road. He
hugged me goodbye. It was completely surreal. But for one decision I could have
been his son, I could have been there for Brett.

I must have sat in my car for ten minutes before actually
starting it.

~~~@^_^@~~~

Brett’s mother was the coldest person I had ever met. She
wasn’t really pleased to see me. She reiterated that she had no desire to have
children. She asked me not to tell Brett where she lived if I ever found him.
She was nice enough to let me in. I could tell her first impulse was to slam
the door in my face. I looked at her hair and eyes. Other than a few similar
traits I saw nothing of myself in her. Maybe Brett and I took after our
grandparents. I asked her if she had any pictures of Brett or the grandparents.
She said she had thrown them away years ago.

I left feeling so hollow. For a little while I felt what
Brett must have felt for years.

I scratched her name completely off of my mental list.

~~~@^_^@~~~

I arrived at what I hoped was Logan’s house. I had to buzz
to get in the gate, but luckily I didn’t have to explain why I was there. No
one answered the door. It vaguely occurred to me that Logan might still be in
school so I camped out in his driveway until the required time. It took three
days before he finally showed up. I had asked neighbors but they had no idea
where he could be.

I wouldn’t have wasted my time except he was my only lead.
He drove up in a pretty silver car. An older man was in the seat beside him.

“Excuse me, but are you Logan McCall?” I asked him. He
looked at me stunned.

“Holy shit. You look just like Brett.”
I smiling realizing I had the right one.

“That’s because I’m his brother, and I’m looking for him.
You wouldn’t know how to get in touch with him would you?” I crossed my fingers
for luck.

“Yeah. You want to come inside?
This is Adam.”Logan pointed at the other man. I nodded my head and followed
them men into the house. He handed me a bottle of water and I took a sip. The
two men were both gorgeous. Logan had a surfer’s looks with blonde hair and
hazel eyes. Adam was more tanned with raven colored hair. They were both
beautiful. They stood close together as well. When Adam reached a hand around
Logan’s waist after he caught me staring, it was confirmed.

“You’re gay aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes and you don’t have the virus yet do you?” I shook my
head negatively wondering how they knew.

“How did you manage that?” Adam asked looking at me like I
was a science experiment.

“My town only started getting infected around January and I
was locked in my house since then. We’ve been eating pre-packaged meals made
before the virus. I had to run away to find Brett.”

They looked at me as if it was a travesty.

“So do you know where I can find Brett or Soren?” I asked
and Logan immediately looked away.  Adam
pulled Logan closer. I could tell he was jealous. I wondered of which one.
Perhaps it was of both.

“Yeah. Brett is at his house. I can
give you his address. He doesn’t have a phone anymore. Soren… Well he might be
dead by now, but Brett would know.”My heart shuddered in my chest and I fell to
my knees.

End of Chapter 6

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