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But I don’t like that some kids dress up like monsters and try to scare one another. I’m always afraid they’re going to try to scare me too, and then I might cry in front of other people. This makes my worry monster grow inside me like ivy, choking out all the good feelings.
This Halloween, I’m dressed like the princess from Brave. Mom did my makeup and everything. Robbie’s in high school now, so Mom says this is his last year trick-or-treating. He still dresses up though, and he’s going as a mad scientist. It’s sort of a costume and sort of not, because he loves science—only he’s not mad. Maverick is a hockey player, which isn’t much of a costume at all since that’s what he does all the time, and River is going as Batman. It means he’s wearing all black, a mask, and a cape.
Robbie and Maverick get to stay out later, because they’re older and don’t have to go to bed as early. I only like to do our street, and then I come home and give out candy with Mom while Dad follows the boys. But he’s not allowed to walk with them because they get embarrassed.
Our street is busy with kids, and a lot of the houses give out really good treats like full candy bars instead of the mini ones. Queenie, who lives on the same block, gives me a special present to go with my favorite chips. It’s a felt pouch sewing kit, and now all I want to do is go home and put together the cute little yeti and beaver pouches, but I don’t want to make River come in with me because he’s still having fun.
Whenever there’s a scary costume, River flings his arm out wide and wraps his cape around me, shrouding me in darkness until the threat has passed.
Kodiak lives three houses down from us, so when we stop there, he joins Maverick and Robbie, and they walk ahead of us. Things have been different with us since the closet incident. It’s hard to explain. We’re closer but farther apart.
On nights like this, I feel like he’s a million miles away, and the invisible string that connects us is brittle and thin.
Sometimes I can feel him watching me, like he’s waiting for me to fall apart so he can piece me back together. It’s happened a bunch of times since I got locked in the closet—me falling apart and him picking up the pieces for me. He always really wants to do it.
I know I shouldn’t rely on him. Just like I know I shouldn’t eat ice cream because it makes my stomach hurt. But I do it anyway, because in the moment, it makes me feel better. Later I have guilt for not being able to handle it on my own.
“We’re gonna skip the next house.” River’s arm swoops up behind me, and I’m suddenly enveloped in darkness.
“What’s going on?” A shiver runs down my spine. I can hear Kodiak’s voice to my right, and Mav and Robbie laughing.
“It’s the haunted house, the one you don’t like.”
“Oh.” Another shiver. “Okay.” I want to be brave enough to go to the haunted house, but after that carnival, Halloween has never been the same. Maybe it never will.
After a few more seconds of darkness, River drops his cape and guides me to the next house. This one has cute pumpkins with happy, toothy grins. I glance at the haunted house and then away. There are too many flashing lights and ominous, ghoulish sounds.
When we reach the door, River is the one who knocks. A lady opens it, and River says, “Trick or treat.”
I manage to whisper the words.
She smiles at us, and her kind eyes focus on me. “Aren’t you the most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen.”
“Our mom made her costume,” River tells her, even though I probably could have if I tried hard enough.
“Well, it’s beautiful just like you.” She tosses a handful of candy into my bag and turns to River. “And who might you be?”
“I protect the princess,” River says.
“Is that right? Well, in some fairy tales, the princess slays her own dragon.” Her smile isn’t as soft now; it holds something else.
River tugs on my hand, but I stay where I am. I open my mouth once, twice, but nothing comes out. The third time I find my voice. “I would like to be that princess.”
“I’m sure you will be,” she says with a smile.
I want to believe her, but I’m afraid of cartoon dragons, so I don’t think I’d ever be able to slay a real one.
I thank her for the candy and follow a scowling River down the walk. He looks over his shoulder and at the same time three huge clowns with makeup that reminds me of horror movies come running down the path, making lots of noise.
