Short Stories

Demons

I hit the ground running, my blue converse slapped against the wet pavement. The screeching was getting louder and louder, I covered my ears and began to cry. When I had had enough I fell to my knees clawing at my face "get out", I yelled, "get out!" I was lying on the ground curled up in a ball when I turned on my back. My back arched and my head tilted back as I lost all control over myself. The voices they got me, they finally got me.