“Hes a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” ― Stephen ChboskyI dont have monsters under my bed,But I know that they are real. They live in my head//They come out at night,tell me secrets that make me cry.No one knows about them,but if they asked I would tell them.But no one asks,as no one knows.They dont notice me,for I am what they calla  w a l l f l o w e r Forewordthis is my first fanfiction and i hope youll like it.comments are highly appreciated :)