Six has been a good year. It has been the best year so far. Mommy says that when I’m seven, I’m officially a big boy. She says that I’ll be able to stay up a whole quarter hour later. I’ll be able to stay up until eight-thirty. I don’t know what eight-thirty is, but I’m pretty sure that it’s much later. A whole quarter later. I look at the tape in my hand, running my fingers on the sharp, jagged part. It hurts when I press too hard, so I try to keep my fingers away from it. But every time I pull out the tape and try to tear it off, my knuckles rub against it. I look at the tiny white strips of skin sticking off my knuckle. What is skin? “Can I have another one, sweetie?” Mommy asks as she looks over at the TV. She’s always staring at it. I’m not allowed to watch TV for more than an hour a day, but Mommy watches a lot more than me. She says that it’s because she’s a grown up and a mommy. Mommy doesn’t like it when I ask her too many questions.
What do You think about The Monster Within (2014)?
