Demoni

19

I thought that once we left the house, I'd feel safer, better, Completely renewed. I wasn't. I barely got any sleep at night, and every time I thought I was at peace, or thought I'd escaped my thoughts of all the occurrences, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The drowning, and the book case, and the dragging, and Amelia. All of it came back to me, there was no avoiding it.

It was around 8:00, I looked out the window. I Watched my parents gather into the car, to go and get all the remaining garbage we left at our house. I didn't want to at all. "Come Aleece!" Mama called, lightly pushing the car door back and forth. I rolled my eyes and put on my coat. Off to hell we go.

Walking in through the front door sent chills down my spine. Looking through the old glass windows scared the crap out of me. The shattered glass was still on the floor. The windows were still cracked open, just like we had left them.

Tommy came inside to help out, but Mr. F insisted he stay home. He even insisted that my family stayed home as well, but mama refused. She said that our items could be valuable for someone someday.

"Aleece, go pack up your clothes." Papa ordered, giving me some boxes. Tom followed me up the stairs.

When I finally reached my room I rustled through my drawers, finding all the money I had stashed under my jeans. I handed Tommy the money. "This is for helping us." He pushed it away. "Aleece, I would never. Save that." I pushed it back over to him. "Aleece, I love you to much to take it." I rolled my eyes and put it back on the dresser, then continued throwing my jeans in the box, crumpled

I had a burning in my brain. A real, physical, burning. It had been there all day. I could feel it make my brain pound, and shoot back and forth between my left and right temple. I ignored it and just continued packing up my room.

I put all of my shirts in one box and pants in another. I filled up another with my quilt and pillows, and another with picture frames and other necessities. It's funny to think how just a month ago I was getting all of my stuff out of boxes. Now I was filling those same boxes back up.

I felt my whole body spin out of control, and basically throw myself down. When I stood up again, I wasn't the one controlling my legs. I was screaming on the inside, but I couldn't hear myself scream. Everything seemed completely normal, but what I was saying wasn't actually coming out of my mouth. I could hear and see everything that was going on. "Aleece, are you okay?" I heard Tommy ask.

In a response, so petrifying, another voice called back but it wasn't mine. "I'm not Aleece." It said.

I watched Tommy flip backwards. He landed on his chest, and started coughing up blood. I kept trying to scream, but my voice was no match for the demons. Apparently mama had heard Tom coughing, because they immediately started calling his name and my own. They sprinted up the stairs.

"My name isn't Aleece." The voice said. I tried to overpower it by screaming, but it just wasn't making a difference what's so ever. I kept screaming, and every once in a while the voice would stutter over my silent words and thoughts, or fluctuate it's speech. It even shook it's head viciously every time I screamed loud enough.

But like I'd make the demon stumble over and over again, he'd make me stumble too. I'd do the wrong thing a lot. All I could think about was Tommy falling, and watching him cough. Did I really do that?

The scariest part was that if I could do something like that to someone I loved, imagine what else I'd do. Imagine what I could do to someone I didn't know. I had so much power at this point, and none of it was in my control.

It was in the devils hands now. Whatever happened after this point, was no longer my own intention.