The night air felt so cool on my skin.... especially on summer nights.... my name is Chesley Hemingway and I have ..... er.. problems that.... no doctor or therapist could fix.  I walked along this road that felt like an eternity for my walk but it was worth getting out of the house. At my house it's always chaotic.. I have two moms, yes both females, the one that give birth to me was Elizabeth "Liz"  Hemingway, she had beautiful long brown hair that was always straight and big dark brown eyes and I mean dark, that it probably looked black to others. My other mom that Liz is is married to is Taylor Hemingway, she had really short black hair and emerald green eyes, she kinda looks like a boy so I sometimes called her "dad". Both so beautiful, thanks to Planned Parenting for LGBT I was able to be born but... I look nothing like my parents. I had red hair that always gets tangled thanks to the curlieness it has, I also had silver eyes not green or brown. I didn't know why I didn't look like them but I was happy .... kinda. They've always fought about jobs and money and other stupid shit I didn't know or care about. I was pulled out of my thoughts when the demonic voice in my head said,
    
     "Just run away... you don't need them..... you have me..." It's evil laugh still gave me nightmares.
      "NO!! I can't do that to my parents and you can't make me!!" I yelled through my thoughts. I called him "the monster" because he sounded like it. He was even more scarier in my dreams  or should I say.... nightmares. I jump out of my thoughts when I realized that I was back home. Had I circled around the neighborhood again?  But that didn't matter anymore. We live in a suburban neighborhood and the walks for me were always long and time wasting. I liked that especially at night. I walked up to my front door and without opening it, I can hear my parents arguing through the door. The yelling. The voices of anger. If I walked through my front door they'll talk to me and lecture me on night walks.... again.
So i snuck around my big 1-floor-white-house and climb through my bedroom window. I left the light off so that they thought I was asleep. I climbed into my bed without changing my clothes and cried myself to sleep.
  
      "Chesley. ...." The monsters voice was calm and smooth.
     "What?..." I answer with a groan and a sniffle.
      "......night..."
      "....night...monster..."
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