Demoni

14

I heard the door to my room slam. I wanted to run over to the door and get out, but I stayed near my bathroom door. "Amelia! Are you okay in there?" I asked, banging my fists on the locked door. "Can you breath?" I viciously turned the knob and kicked the bottom of the door with my knee.

After 10 minutes of no reply, and endless attempts to knock down the door, I gave up and went to go and save my family. They were still screaming my name. I barged into mama and papas room, to find Ralph.

He was sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his little face. He was screaming. I picked him up, and ran to check the other rooms. "Mama?!" I screamed. She called back immediately. "Aleece, we're in Ralph's room." I rushed over, and threw the door open. The lights were all out. I tried to flick on the light switch, but the bulb was dead. "Ma?" I felt around the room. I knocked over something glass. Luckily, I still had my shoes on from when I walked in the door, so there was no possible way I could cut my feet. "Aleece, the closet." I walked slowly over to the closet. I took a few wrong turns, and knocked my knees on a bunch of furniture.

I opened the closet door, and mama ran out and hugged me. "Oh, Aleece," she cried. "You're so brave. So brave." She bawled, and walked quickly over to Amelia's room to try and find papa. "Go and get Amelia." I ran over to my bathroom, the door was open. "Oh god." I whispered. "Amelia!" I screamed sprinting down the stairs.

She was in the kitchen sitting at the table, acting as if everything was fine. "Amelia!" I yelled. "What the hell are you doing?" She didn't even look up. Just stared at the chipped wood. I sighed. I was about to go back up the stairs, and then I realized that I hadn't seen Tommy in the last fifteen minutes. I sprinted out the door to the back yard, screaming Tommy's name.

I felt guilty for forgetting about him and Mr. F. I gasped, noticing that the only place Tommy would be was in the river. He would never blow me off, no matter how mad or afraid he was.

"Tommy!" I ran to the river, and looked over the creak, standing on the vine and soil bordering it. The stream was dark because of the shadow of the evening sky. The water was black, I couldn't see anything under the surface. I knew Tommy would do the same for me. I dove into the water, and called for him.

"Tommy! Tommy!" I cried. I was loosing faith, but it was quickly restored when I heard his shaky, water-filled voice call back. "Aleece!" He squalled. Every time he said something he'd suddenly be sucked under the water again. I couldn't see him over the fog, but you could tell by the echoing bubbling and splashing you'd hear.

I swam over down stream, screaming his name louder and louder. I finally witnessed a hand, waving over the top of the stream. I swam as best I could over to him. I still had little knowledge on how to swim, but I'd try and hold myself up for Tommy's sake. I grabbed the hand, and felt him hold onto mine tightly. I grabbed the dirt on the side of the stream and crawled on. It became clear to me I wasn't the only one pulling Tommy. The only difference was that I was pulling him up and who ever was on the other end, was pulling him down.

I tugged harshly, finally pulling his face above the surface. It became easier when the hand finally let go. He crawled up into the soil. "Tommy," I was crying when I saw him. I put my hands on the side of his face. "Aleece," he spoke softly. "Why'd you do that? You could've died! You should've gone inside and saved your family!" He placed his hands over mine. "Because I love you." I said. He kissed my forehead. "I love you too."

We jumped through the previously broken window. Amelia was still staring at the table. I ran up the stairs, but Tommy stopped at the first step. I turned around, and looked at him. He turned around and ran out the door. "Pops!" He screamed, running to the drive way. I looked at Amelia. "What'd you say to him?" I asked Amelia sternly. I didn't like it when he was scared or upset, and I've said it before. Didn't even look up. She never said anything.

Someone else in that room said something about Mr. Forester, and I had an awful feeling he was dead.