Monsters don't sleep under your bed. They scream inside your head.

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Skye is a very ungrateful person.

She was one of the lucky kids, adopted relatively fast. But then she had to destroy everything. She had to ruin her own life and fail in the one thing she was supposed to do; be a good kid. Scratch that-be a wonderful kid. One that could keep her family together. Or, at least, one that wouldn't drive her parents mad. One that would make them stick around instead of avoiding having to do anything with her.

Maybe the people who raised her were not exactly made to be parents nor the world's greatest couple, but Skye couldn't help wondering how two people would give up on a child just like that. Was she truly that awful? An embarrassment, a failure. Probably. Besides how many people developed insomnia from such a new young age?

Then, suddenly, God in all his kindness helped her again. He sent Dan her way, he sent her not just a friend but a soulmate. Not in a cheesy romantic way-that would be like crushing on her brother. Dan was everything Skye was and wasn't. Not the identical other half but someone who Skye could count on from the very first moment. In the end, it was he-and his family-who saved her. Skye, orphaned and alone, was taken by the Howells who offered her everything a child needed. God had saved her once more.

But there lied the problem; Skye was an atheist.

She lived in a pretty big house. No parents, or parental figures, to control her. Just her, Dan and Adrian. She was pretty, not in an extraordinary way that had boys falling on her feet, but a kind of normal everyday beauty. That earned her the minimum amount of respect, unlike other people such as the incredibly thin Joe Sugg or the somewhat chubby senior Mercedes Jones. On top that she was smart enough to have average grades and was incredibly good with computers. It was the combination of all that, along with the smart-mouth she had, that prevented people from bullying her. Sure, she did listen to the occasional 'emo is dead' and 'bastard orphan' but those were rare. All in all, despite the rumors and glances, Skye's life in both home and school were great.

But for her it wasn't.

If it was, she would be able to sleep. If her life was so idealistic and perfect, she would be able to sleep without having to wake up seven or ten times. Yet no matter how hard she had tried, she could never find the flaws of her life. That was until she was reunited with her childhood friends. It was at that moment that Skye filled up a hole whose existence she had forgotten. But because it was now filled, she expected things to get better.

They didn't.

And this was why a voice in Skye's head told her she was ungrateful. A lonely teenager that had five amazing friends. An orphan who had found a family herself in the form of a moody teenage boy and his older brother-along with their new dog. A failure that could be successful in the future if she worked a tad more. A sleepless tragedy that just wanted to close her eyes.

"Of all the questionable things I've seen you eat, this has got to be the worst." Dan stated tiredly as he sat next to Skye. The older boy rubbed his eyes and took out of his phone. :What is even this thing?

"A smoothie and some tuna."

"It's morning."

"So?"

"Why?"

"I needed a change." no, she didn't. Her normal diet consisted of two maybe three cookies before going to class. But today she had decided to eat fish, lettuce and pretty much combine milk with almonds and walnuts to make a very weird breakfast. It certainly wasn't the best choice but according to the internet, those were some of the foods that could help-they actually claimed it would cure but Skye knew better-with her insomnia. She hadn't slept in three days and she desperately needed it. Even if it meant that she would fall asleep during class.

"Still disgusting."he insisted causing Skye to stick out her tongue to him. Dan ignored her and poured some milk on his cereal. A mere second passed and he took a sip from her smoothie."Yep, not very nice."

"Dude, gross."Skye replied before grabbing Dan's ball. She pushed her own plate away and began eating his cereal.

"Ew girls have cooties."

"But boys still ask for nudies."

"I will ignore this entire conversation."Dan continued"Now give me back my cereal, you cereal thief."

"Very original."

"It's morning!"Dan fake cried as Skye passed him the bowl. Similar to a small child, Dan began eating with a silly smile. Skye could only laugh and let herself smile. There it was; one of the many domestic moments that she experienced in the Howell residence. And yet she was still sad. Still missing something.

Ungrateful, the voice inside her head repeated. Skye quickly shook away that thought away. Oh why did her day always become progressively more negative and cruel?

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Brendon always wondered why depression struck at night.

Mornings were definitely a lot more stressful than nights. He woke feeling relatively happy, then as soon as he had breakfast, his mood changed again. He hated when that happened, moods should not change just like that. Suddenly, he missed his bed's warmth and desperately wanted to shelter himself from the outside world. Still, he moved to the kitchen and found his sister holding a glass of juice. She usually woke up before he got to school-from what he had noticed-so seeing her up so early was weird enough.

"Hey Bren."

"Morning."he replied with a deep voice. It made Kyla chuckle.

"Did a demon possess you or something?"

Brendon rolled his eyes and coughed to clear his throat. "Nope, it's the drugs."

"I know you're kidding but please don--"

"No, no I'm serious."Brendon cut her off"My pills. Sometimes they have a weird effect on my voice like I'm slightly sick? But it passes."

His sister just nodded. Was this conversation awkward? Was he unable to be normal even with his own sister? He thought about it for a while. Perhaps, she thought it was her fault. That she could no longer communicate with him, that things had changed between the two of them. They had but this was certainly not a problem. Quickly, Brendon ignored his bad mood and smiled.

It was almost painful.

"So, how come you're up so early? Anything important happening?"

Kyla smiled back at him."Yeah actually."she proceeded and told him about a big event happening in work. Brendon would be lying if he said he didn't space out while pretending to be interested. It was an awful thing to do but no matter how hard Brendon concentrated he couldn't actually listen to his sister. At the moment he just wanted to return to his bed and stay there for the rest of his days.

Still, Kyla couldn't know that. His sister knew he was depressed, yes, but she hadn't been living with him long enough to know how his depression worked. Kyla just assumed that he would get really sad from time to time and that because he was taking pills this would rarely happen. Just like his ADHD. His sister was certain that the use of a colored pill could work as a long-awaited savior from his feelings.

And it wasn't as if Brendon could exactly shatter that illusion.

This would lead in a mental breakdown either from his or his sister's side and sooner or later, his anxiety levels would be off the charts. He couldn't have that. He couldn't deal with morning stress, the nights were already a nightmare. And in the end this was why he preferred to avoid all problems and feelings and just let them all suffocate him once darkness arrived.

Perhaps they would be kind enough to kill him.

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Quinn Fabray was not a bad person.

Not even a chaotic neutral.

Honestly, she couldn't find any reason why she was suffering. She lifted her left leg as high as she could and tried to stay still for at least a minute. She took deep breaths while glancing at the clock to make sure she would be ready in time for school. It was a known fact that she shouldn't wake up so early to practice on school days but with her upcoming audition approaching, Quinn had to bleed.

Metaphorically and literally.

She had to push herself to her limits. She needed to ace this audition, even if it meant crying herself to sleep because she feared that something would go terribly wrong. Perhaps this was better. Whenever she fell asleep, she ended up having nightmares about her audition. Would wake up sweaty, a mess, she appeared pathetic. Maybe she was.

"You can go a little higher than that."Ryder instructed"Breathe from the nose, not the mouth."

Quinn nodded and did as she was told.

Any other person in her shoes would have dropped everything and finally confront their parents; the anxiety was slowly eating her alive and her imaginary friends had made a comeback. But Quinn was Quinn and Quinn could never be open about her relationship with Marley and Ryder. She just knew that they always appeared when she was in need.

They supported her. They helped her in the dark nights. When they appeared, any feeling of low self-worth or even suicide, happened once and it was a very dark time for her, vanished in thin air. They didn't die-she knew that somewhere in the back of her mind. But they were still gone for some moments. Marley and Ryder were making them disappear.

She was thankful for that.

"Great! You're doing it, Quinny." Marley cheered for the blonde. Quinn couldn't help smiling. Yes, the nights were dark and cold, full of insecurities but it only took some moments with Marley and Ryder to realize how paranoid she was. She believed in herself. She would do great.

And that was exactly what she loved in Marley and Ryder. The sense of clarity they filled her with. She couldn't have that with her real friends. Sure, they would be as supporting as the duo was but not in the same way. If she ever talked about these stuff with Brendon, Newt, Skye or Charlie-Dan was just not good with words in general-they would all show their support and cheer her up.

But they would be lying.

Because this was just what they did.

They lied.

"You really think I was good?"

"Of course."Ryder smiled at her"When have we ever lied to you?"

Never. They had never lied.

Brendon had when he offered her friendship. Skye and Dan when they swore to be together forever. Newt when he had agreed to be with them until the end. And Charlie at her birthday, when he promised to stick around. In the end, they all lied.

But Marley and Ryder didn't.

They would never.

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"Why won't you just let me be?"Newt yelled at the person in the other line"I'm as far away as I could."

"But your decisions still affect us."his mother shot back"Your poor sister's hand is broken."

"That was her choice. Not mine."Newt replied while pacing around the room. Charlie raised his eyebrow, trying too understand what the conversation was about without showing too much interest. "Maybe you just raised her too well. Just like you, she can't accept that her brother is a bloody fag."

Charlie cringed. He was certain that Newt was cringing internally as well. His voice was loud and rough in an unfamiliar way. Charlie strongly believed he would burst into tears in any moment. He looked at his phone and thought of calling out for Newt and have him hung up. Or maybe Quill would wake up and she would grab his phone and throw it away. Yet, Quill didn't show up and Charlie stayed still.

"She got that defending you."

"Defending me? Oh, I bet. If that was the case, you wouldn't even be talking to me. You would have already blocked me and declared me dead."

"Newton--"

"It's just, why won't you let me go? Why can't you leave me live my life like I want to?"he continued ignoring his mother"I'm insignificant. Not your only child, not the smartest one nor the most pretty, am I? You have your golden star. Pay attention to her. After all, I'm just a sodding disappointment."

"That's n--"

"Goodbye, mother."he said and hung up.

"That didn't sound very nice. Are you feeling okay?"Charlie asked to which Newt shrugged. He clearly didn't want to speak about this further and Charlie wasn't going to push him.

"Sometimes, they make me want to set my soul on fire. And self."he simply told his cousin"It's stupid. They don't even care. They just wanted something to make their life exciting and less boring."

"Newt."

"Because in the end, that's what I am. A bloody hobby." he stated loudly as if he was yelling in no one in particular. He pressed his hands against his forehead and groaned. Charlie walked up to him and wrapped his arms around him. The other boy bent down a bit and buried his face in Charlie's neck. "What have I become?"

"A mess."

"Thanks, you prat."

"But hey we're all messes here."Charlie explained"You're not alone in this."

"At least you don't have parents that hate you."

"I don't have parents in general."Charlie replied quickly making Newt feel guilty for speaking without thinking. It was an annoying habit he had gotten from Thomas but luckily Charlie did not pay much attention to it."I have an aunt who hates me though, not really because of my sexual preferences, but I do believe Finn Hudson has in it for me."

"A real arsehole."

"True. You know who else seems like a real arsehole?"

"Nope. Not doing this."Newt told him as he quickly backed away from him. He grabbed his backpack and began moving towards the door. Charlie grabbed a bottle of water and his own pack and run after him.

"I'm just saying! WCKD is bad, mate!"

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"Do you ever think that soon Judgement day will arrive and suddenly we will all realize our insignificance?"

"Dan, my amazing friend, best brother in the world, a living meme, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Skye questioned as Brendon was left staring. Quinn returned to her food shortly after Dan had made that comment and Charlie was too busy stealing glances of his boyfriend. Newt was also in a lovesick mood, constantly sending cute texts with Thomas. Skye swore she saw some memes too. She approved of this relationship.

"Miss Ames was our substitute for the day with miss May being in the hospital for her hand."Dan simply explained"She talked to us about how small life is and how we're all like ants in the garden of God."

"Didn't seem like the Christian type to me."Brendon mumbled.

"She isn't."

"Buddhist?"

"Nope."

"Islamist?"

"No."

"Satanist?"

"Honestly, no one knows."Dan answered"Truth be told, I think she has her own cult."

"Could be Christian, though."Skye added"She has a weird obsession with angel statues."

"This school is great."Newt chuckled not even lifting his eyes from his phone."Just like us."

"If great is a synonym for weird."-Skye punched Dan's arm playfully-"Hey now, weird is the new cool."

Newt could only laugh at Dan's comment. He returned his focus on his phone and watched the notifications pop up. Texting Thomas did miracles for him. It made him feel less alone and loved. Not that Charlie didn't love him-or his sister for that matter, despite what he had said earlier-but it was nice being loved by someone who didn't have to love you. It made  him feel important.

Speaking of Charlie, he had taken out his sketchbook out of boredom and drew something. He began by drawing a sun with some clouds. They didn't really do justice to Charlie's talent but it was the best thing he could do on foot with all that noise. He lifted his head up and scanned the room until he found Matteusz standing next to April. He smiled to himself and continued sketching. This time a person.

Quinn watched the small exchange and smiled. She shook Skye and subtly pointed at the direction of Charlie. Skye giggled like a little schoolgirl and tapped her fingers on the table. "Can you feel the love tonight?"she whispered-sing off-tune.

Charlie did not bother paying attention to her.

"It's morning, love."Newt mumbled.

"Okay, okay I got it."Dan exclaimed with excitement. He cleared his throat"Then I saw his face, now I'm a believer!"

"Not a trace!"Quinn jumped in"Of doubt in my mind."

"I'm in love,"Brendon sang as Skye whispered some 'oh's"and I'm a believer."

"I couldn't leave him if I tried."both Newt and Skye sang in harmony. The group stopped and waited for a reaction from Charlie who simply sighed and put his blog down. He looked at them dead serious and all awaited him to make a scene.

"WHAT'S THE USE IN TRYING--"

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"They are singing Smash Mouth."Kara mumbled with a disapproving look. Finn who was too busy eating to notice what she was saying just agreed with a 'yeah yeah baby'. Grant wanted to laugh with the exchange. Just another proof that Finn was just a toy for the head cheerleader to use.

"I don't know."he said as he glanced at the table across the room"They seem pretty happy with themselves."

"It's idiotic."

"It's friendship."he argued"And love. Nice feelings, you should try them."

"Whatever."she shot back"Rachel, bathroom."

"In a minute."

"Now, man hands." Rachel simply got up and followed Kara outside. Even her brother felt a bit sorry for her.

"Sometimes I really want to punch her."Noah whispered"But she's a girl and that would be just cruel."

"Please, don't let that stop you. Equality is equality."Grant replied bitterly and continued looking at Skye's direction. He watched the girl raising both her hands simultaneously with one Brendon Urie and them both doing some silly dancing moves. He smiled a bit. It was quick and you would have to pay real close attention to it but his lip twitched.

This girl was truly something.