The Monsters Inside
Chapter two : Harlow.
Part one.

I couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned, dreading the morning. But it was here. I didn't even sleep, like that was going to help.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I had nothing better to do than to start getting ready, even though it was only five A.M. There was no point in laying in my bed for another hour.
I looked out the window. It was still dark. Would it be warm today? Who knew. I sighed, then walked off to take a shower. I needed to use the hot water to relax my muscles for a good ten minutes before I could even start showering. The smell of my favorite shampoo and body wash helped alot. I took extra time to shave, and an extra face wash. When I got out, I was all clean and a little calmed down. By the time I got to my room, I was worse then I started.
Why was I freaking out? Was it because I might be meeting another figment of my imagination? Or was it because Todd might be right; he could be real?
There really wasn't much to do. My long hair was naturally curly, which complimented the sandy brown color. I didn't wear makeup; I had no one to impress. My mom says I don't need it anyways. According to her, my bright green eyes stand out with or without makeup. That meant the only thing to do was get dressed. I put on a white elbow-lenght button up shirt, and a pair of jean shorts. My black Vans were a must. I  clipped the Nightenglaster in my hair, right behind my bangs. I put on my anchor necklace, and a pair of diamond studs in my ears.
I stared at my relfection in the mirror, it stared back at me. I looked myself up and down, and turned away from the girl in the mirror. I walked down stairs to eat some breakfast. The clock read 6:15. I still had so much time. I ate my cereal with deliberate slowness, taking each bite with extra care. When I finshed, I washed my bowl in the sink, and dried it. I washed everything else that was in the kitchen. It wasn't much. My mom was a clean freak.
I had nothing else to do, so it was time to go to town. I walked upstairs one at a time, dragging my feet. I grabbed my black backpack, and put my rarely used walet inside, along with my phone and pocket knife. I put my headphones in my ears and stuffed my ipod in my pocket.
Seven oh two. It was a two hour walk from my house to town, and another 5 minutes to the clock tower.
I let myself get lost in the music. That's how I liked it. When people don't understand, music does. Nobody really does undestand me, especially my mother. The only person who ever got me was my father-- I cut my thought off there.
Back to my mother. She was the one who chose my name. It means "white" or "fair." Not like she bothered to look it up. My mother saw beauty in everthing, and saw right down to the truth of things. She was one of those people who could make anyone smile. Her name is Felicity.
"It fits you well, Mom," I told her one night, a long time ago.
"And why do you think so, little guppie?" She teased, ruffling my hair.
"It means 'happy,'" I said. "You are very happy."
"Only cause I have you," she said as a smile as bright as the moon in the darkness shone on her face.
The memory made me feel sad for some unknown reason. I turned my music up louder and tried not to think about anything but the beat of the drums. I could feel time passing as I looked at the sun starting to rise.
The town came into view. It was a pretty town, but it was only 9:30. What waI going to do for three hours? I took out my earbuds and went into a small shop. It was very nice, and had a lot of stuff. I looked around at every possible thing, nothing capturing my attention. I left, and went to the next shop. That was how I spent my morning, looking at old things, new things, and trying on clothes.
I noticed it was getting close to one, so I headed out towards the clock tower where I was suppossed to meet "Harlow."
I saw the tower first, five minutes to one. It must have been at least 100 feet in the air. It was so beautiful. They didn't build towers like these anymore. The tower was made of beautiful white bricks - or where they stones?- that had a small pattern across the format. It was hard to tell what the pattern was because of the thousands of vines that had grown and wrapped around the circular tower. The pointed top had windows in it. It reminded me of a princess, locked away. She would be up there, staring out the window. Waiting, she would be waiting for her prince to come and save her.
But where were the gaurds? Where was the rest of castle? Where was the dragon that would try to stop him? I guess the best place to hid a princess would be in the middle of a crowd, where everybody looks but nobody sees. With a sigh, I reminded myself that this wasn't a fairy tale, and there was no princess, or her prince.
I looked away from the clock tower, and saw the coffee shop. The sign read "Charlie's Coffee" and I would bet that was the one Todd mentioned.
Something caught my eye.
A white Nightenglaster.


Authors note:
kind of long, no?
this was boring, too.
anyways, for those still reading, thanks(:
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