Demon In Her Mind

Demons In Her Mind

Violet Dawson. She was an odd character to most. She wore her converses untied and paper clips as earrings. She was a girl of thirteen but had the air of someone who was much older and wiser, more skilled than most. She walked with her head held high, embracing the whispers and snide remarks that followed her. Yes, it got to her. Her classmates could be cruel and their words could do many things to a young girl's self esteem, but she couldn't give them the satisfaction.

Today was a day like any other, Violet awoke from her dream that was coated in red to the sound of pans clattering together followed by a large groan. The noise of pain made Violet smile tiredly. She slipped out of bed and dressed, starting her day. She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen seeing her mother hunched over.

"Good morning, mother," greeted Violet, as she sat down on the stool and grabbed a nice dark red apple. She spun the apple in her hands. This shade of red was her favorite. It was a color she saw quite often.

"Oh, hello dear. I didn't see you there." Violet's mother offers the girl a strained smile as she straightens herself out. "I seem to have run into the corner of the counter again."

"It's alright," she replied airily. The two lapse into a comfortable silence, Violet fantasizing about something no one would ever know, something that only the demons in her mind would relish in. Eventually, it was time for Violet to head to school. She bid her mother goodbye and grabbed her messenger bag filled with an assortment of interesting books filled with pictures that would normally scare any child, her notebook where she would log her brilliant plans, and her beloved crystals. Her crystals were extremely important to her. They brought her a sense of comfort, always being in her bag's pocket when she needed something to squeeze inorder to not lash out at certain classmates. It was also the way she would communicate with the gods, talking to them about what was to come. Most had sharp edges, she enjoyed running her fingers across the ragged parts of the stones until blood poured from her fingers in a satisfying way.

As she was walking and admiring the grey sky that still looked like a piece of heaven from the previous rain, she was stopped. Or more like tripped into tumbling in a murky puddle. Sounds of laughter enveloped her and she tried her absolute best to keep a stoic face. She couldn't lash out, not now. She must be patient. She stood from the ground, drenched in the muddy water, teeth chattering from the cold.

"Awww is Little Loony cold?" A blonde boy with a head as thick as a bowling ball mockingly cooed.

"I won't be as cold as you will when the ice in your heart finally freezes over." She snarled at the boy. Oh how he would be sorry when the gods finally answered her prayers. She would be the one laughing as his teeth chattered from the cold that the blizzard in her mind created, and he was drenched in a liquid that wasn't water but the own blood of his mistakes. She didn't give him time to respond as she gathered her bag and kept walking towards the school.

After the events of the rainy morning nothing else worthy of remembering happened. She went through her classes, sitting in the back as always and daydreaming about what the future of her bullies would hold. The thoughts brought a slight smile to her face. As she walked through the halls people laughed and pointed. Apparently, the fact that the blonde bastard had pushed her into a puddle had spread through the school, adding fuel to the demon's fires. She clutched her obsidian colored crystal. It was all in due time that they would regret what they did to her. She just had to be patient.

That night as she layed in bed she waited to see the light turn off from the room down the hall. Her night time activities could not be discovered by her mother or the consequences might be severe. It was a quarter to midnight when her mother finally seemed to have gone to bed. Violet quietly got out of bed and opened her bedroom window. The cold night air whipped her face, piercing it like a thousand icy knives. She skillfully climbed out of her window and down a tree. Her converses hit the ground in a symphony of thumps as she ran to the small forest behind her house.