Demoni

17

Needless to say, I hadn't been going to school. My parents had a feeling that I would get hurt there. Papa started owning up to the fact that the house wasn't stable for us. I realized he was leaving his state of shock when I was about to run out to the gas station to pick up some milk, and papa started a lecture. "Aleece," he said. "There's something in here that wants to hurt us, and I know that now. You wanna know the best way to kill me?" "What is that?" I asked. "Take you away from me." He went back upstairs and didn't come out of his room until dinner was ready.

Amelia hadn't eaten, it had been a full day. She stared at the walls in her room, and didn't sleep or speak to anyone. I tried everything. Screaming, crying, fighting, I even tried taking the little shards of glass from the grandfather clock and throwing them down on the ground. She didn't move a muscle.

Tommy was fine, but like myself, he developed bad bruises that wouldn't heal. He started getting tiny red scars on his legs. I had them all over my arms. They stung badly, but Tommy payed no mind. He acted normally, and did his business with his cameras and tape recorders and all that jazz.

Mama knew what was going on, but she had a lot of anxiety and stress in her mind. She said that she had weird dreams about me, Amelia and Ralphie. "In those dreams unexplainable things happened," mama told me. "I loose my sanity just thinking about it." She wasn't upset that Tommy was there, she didn't care at all. All she worried about was if he could actually help us. For once, I could have a friend that's a boy without my mom freaking out. Sometimes, I had to remind myself that Tommy was there for other reasons then me.

"Aleece, are you okay?" I turned around to see Tommy. "What? I'm fine. What made you think I wasn't?" I didn't have any memory of what I was just doing. I didn't even remember coming into my room. "You were just staring at the wall. You sure you're okay?" Tommy said, walking a step closer. I didn't remember staring at the wall. "Yeah I'm fine." I lied. "Good." He walked towards me, and made sure my parents weren't lurking. Then he pecked my forehead and left.

I looked outside my window and rubbed my cold arms. The windows in my room were both broken. What was going on with my sister? What was my family going to do about it? I wanted to cry badly, and I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I always did, and sometimes I didn't even have a reason. I kneeled by the side of my bed and prayed to god that my family was going to be fine.

Do you ever just wonder about life? What if you already met the person you'll marry? What if your whole life is just a dream, and the real world is far worse? What if the real world is a lot better? What if the whole worlds insane and the people in asylums are the only ones who are truly sane? What if you're going to die at a young age? What if you're best friend is the one that by accidentally kills you? It's funny how your whole life; all your thoughts, dreams, wishes, religion, questions, family, is all taken away from you? What do you do then?

The most frightening part of loosing everything, is knowing that at any point you could, but you won't know when it'll happen until it hits you.

What if right now you're mom is out at the grocery store, but you don't know that she's actually dying at this very moment? What if your sister went off to soccer practice, but you have no idea you'll never see her again.

I felt a cold breath of air brush past my neck, and I knew damn well that it wasn't anyone welcome in my home.