Wish Upon A Demon [EDITING]

21.

the chorus is so catchy i can't 

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CHAPTER - TWENTY ONE

Am I hungover?

That can't be it. I didn't even drink. Then what was this nauseating, sick feeling in my stomach? I felt feverish, my body burning up, the burn increasing every second. My teeth began to chatter even though I'm not cold.

Goosebumps raise on my skin. I look at my arm, my gaze sharpening and narrowing until I can see every fine hair on my arm zoomed to every skin cell. I blink, looking away at the wall. A similar thing happens with the wall. Why was I able to see everything so clearly, so sharply, like it was magnified? I grimace, lifting myself on my bed.

When did I get on my bed?

A loud thumping distracts me, my vision turning hazy and out of focus. It takes me a minute to realize that it's my own heartbeat I'm hearing. And not just my heartbeat, I can hear everything. From the chirping of the birds outside to my own blood rushing through my veins. It's nauseating. I rub my stomach, trying to stop myself from wanting to throw up. Drops of sweat roll down my temples as I struggle to stay conscious, the unexplainable feeling inside me growing, festering, gearing to attack.

"It's the transition," A voice floats to my ears from a distance.

I look up to see Demon boy leaning on the door frame, his hands crossed in front of his chest. His face is unreadable. Though I wouldn't be able to tell what he's feeling anyway with the way I am at the moment. I tried to focus on his blurry form.

"What?" I slur. Demon boy strolls closer, seeming calm and collected. "What transition?" I press, my mouth dry. I'm unable to think for some reason. I can only feel. My gums begin to ache and my bones feel like they're going to shatter. There's a searing pain in my head and pain hits my eyes so hard, I close them, crying out, endless tears falling from my eyes. It feels like blood tears are seeping down my cheeks as I fight the burn in me, trying to stop its growth.

Demon boy avoids my eyes, "The transition to a demon."

I gasp, pain searing through me. Demon boy's at my side in a flash. "Don't fight it, Faye. You'll only make it harder on yourself." I don't know why but I listen to him. I let him coax me into giving up control. The burn flourishes in my body, inhabiting every cell, taking over my body completely. Letting go feels good. It's more of a powerful feeling than a burn now. My resistance caused the pain but accepting it was helping me thrive.