Demoni

13

"It's still bleeding. How long as this been going on?" Tommy asked nervously. "It started this morning but I just avoided it." I replied as he studied the cut. "You know what 666 is right?" I shook my head no, but I didn't like the look on his face. "Lee, it's the devils number." He said. My mouth dropped open.

"Pops! Come over here!" Tommy called. Mr. Forester had been sitting alone at the picnic table, staring at a picture for the last hour. He got up and ran over. "What?" He asked. "Look at her leg." Tommy said. Mr. Forester looked at my cafe, and his mouth dropped open. The blood was gushing out. "Oh god. Get in the car." I tried to get up, but Tommy stopped me. "Don't walk on it." He lifted me up, and put me in the front of the car. He jumped in the back and we drove to the hospital.

I got that if I lost to much blood I could die, but it obviously wasn't gushing blood before like it was now. If it was I would've noticed it when I woke up. Tommy carried me inside and handed me to one of the doctors. "She's bleeding bad, we don't know what happened." Tommy said. The doctor looked down at my leg, and his eyes widened. "Immediate attention! Nurse! Nurse!" Soon enough I was on a gurney.

I didn't have to stay in the hospital all night. They just had to clean it and give me some type of pad so it didn't get infected. They just wrapped my leg with this tan tape, and sent me back home.

"How long until you'll be ready to take it off?" Tommy asked when we got in the car. "One week." I replied. I wasn't even going to tell my parents because I knew they'd start a whole series of questions. Tommy dropped me off at home, and gave me my bike. I was really happy that I didn't leave my bike at the police station like I usually did. I would've had some trouble getting home. I'd also have a very hard time explaining that one to my parents.

I felt a burning in my mind, and this time I wouldn't ignore it. "Tommy," I asked. He looked up. "Can you walk me inside?" He nodded.

Tommy was about to grab the door knob, but he stopped. His fingers were trembling. His hand turned red. He somersaulted backwards. "Tommy!" I screamed. "Aleece, go inside, their in trouble." He yelled, getting up and running to the back yard. My mind went blank. I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. I grabbed a rock near the wilted garden bordering the house. I smashed the window and hopped through the glass. No one was there.

"Mama?" I called. "Papa?" No reply. I walked over to the basement door. I looked down at the dark stairs. After a few moments of silence, I heard mama scream. "Aleece!" I ran down the steps. There was no flash light so I had to feel around. I realized that I just made an extremely dumb move. Mama and papa weren't down there, neither were Ralphie and Amelia. It was just Mrs. S. I closed my eyes tightly, and listened to the sound of the door behind me creak open. "Please," I begged "don't hurt my family." The little broken light bulb dangling from the ceiling shattered, leaving me with no other option than to scream and run.

I sprinted over to the bottom of the stairs, tripping over my own two trembling feet. I crawled up the steps on my hands, after noticing that my feet would probably slip down. "Tommy!" I screamed, crying. I kept hearing the sounds of footsteps running up the stairs. They got louder every time, but they didn't stop. It irritated my ear drums, and taunted me. When they would end? When would they take me and throw me down the steps? When would they kill me?

"Amelia! Ralph!" I cried. "Somebody, just please help me." By this point, my whimpering was no longer whimpering. It was balling and screeching rolled into one. Nothing was touching me, or hurting me, burning me, pulling me, nothing at all. There was just this pain inside my mind like something was going to happen, but I didn't know what. That was the most frightening part.

I banged on the door for about 9 minutes, until finally it swung open. My own family was fighting something off. Papa was screaming my name, and mama was screaming papa's name. Amelia and Ralphie were just screaming at the top of their lungs. "Mama? Papa? Aleece?" They'd cry.

Something made me ignore the fact that my family was screaming for me to help. I don't know what would possess me to do that. I once again closed my eyes, to listen to the creaking of a door. I turned around. It was my rooms door. I reached for the handle and swung it open. It sounded like Amelia throwing up. I ran over to the bathroom door.
"What are you doing, Mel?" I asked, stuttering.

She didn't answer.